Amidst the vast expanse of Zalthor, the most powerful kingdom in the realm, Draconis Kingdom stood unyielding.
At its heart, colossal walls reached for the skies, their surfaces etched with demonic runes that pulsated with an eerie glow.
The walls, seemingly alive, stood as both a defense and a warning, while the blood-red sky overhead, streaked with the occasional silhouette of roaring wyverns, furthered the kingdom's aura of dread.
The kingdom itself stretched beyond sight over charred plains and intimidating volcanic mountains, their peaks spewing fire and ash, painting the horizon with shades of rage and passion.
The constant eruptions bathed the surroundings in an otherworldly glow, the dark silhouettes of draconic sculptures and towering spires casting long shadows on the ground.
