The Demonstone Castle stood imposingly in the heart of the Bloodburn Kingdom, its dark, jagged towers piercing the storm-ridden skies.
Deep within the cold, stone walls, a sense of finality hung heavy in the air as Rowena, Naida, Isola, and Ceti stood before the Key—the Void Reaver, a crimson great sword towering higher than they were, its blade buried deeply into the dark marble floor.
A subtle, pulsating light emitted from its core, casting eerie shadows that flickered like the last embers of a dying flame.
The Deviars that had surrounded the Key, once shimmering with energy, were now reduced to flickers, their forms dissolving and shattering into nothingness as the Key absorbed everything they had to offer. The room grew still, save for the low hum of the sword's glow.
Rowena's hand instinctively reached for her belly, her fingers trembling ever so slightly as her eyes focused on the sword's ominous power. Her heart clenched with unease.
