In the dimly lit corridors of the castle, the servants huddled together, their voices hushed but filled with treacherous murmurs. "Have you heard?" one of them whispered. "The Dark Lord is getting more ruthless by the day."
A second servant nodded in agreement. "Yes, he's becoming even more demanding, and his temper is as volatile as ever."
Unbeknownst to them, The Dark Lord, Valadmir, had been silently observing their conversation through the shadows. His piercing red eyes glowed with a menacing intensity. As they continued to gossip, he decided it was time to make an example. Valadmir materialized before them, his imposing presence sending shivers down their spines.
