(Demon Hideout)
An unknown amount of time had passed since the demon commander, Wrathahr, started the summoning ritual.
The chamber, once swarming with hundreds of thousands of demons and numerous portals that acted as gateways for an unending tide of demons to constantly arrive, lay in silence, painting a haunting and gutwrenching image.
The large chamber was filled with hundreds of thousands of demons, but they no longer stood with the vitality and malice that had defined them.
Instead, the demons were reduced to lifeless, shriveled husks with their life forces drained, and even the higher demons guiding the new arrivals were not spared from the gruesome death, and no creature except the demon commander stood alive.
