As Theovin reached the balcony, he saw the last black-tailed demon hop off the edge.
Theovin walked forward and peered down over the balcony to see the stout figures of the demons landing on the ground and scurrying off into the nearby bushes.
He watched as they disappeared into the dark and stormy shadows of the night, their forms quickly becoming obscured by the cover of darkness.
Theovin stood motionless, lost in deep thought, making no attempt to intervene as he watched them.
He then pivoted and retraced his steps towards the open black onsiden door, which loomed in the distance.
With a clicking sound, he moved to close the door, and then he stretched out his hand towards the ancient golden doorknob with circular patterns, which looked as if it had been crafted by skilled hands from a bygone era.
The intricate circular patterns etched onto the doorknob suggested a level of craftsmanship that was rarely seen in the present day.
