The castle loomed like a harbinger of doom, its spires piercing into the sky, which was perpetually shrouded in darkness. Above, two dark red moons illuminated the realm with an eerie glow. Their crimson light cast long shadows across the land, and the oppressive atmosphere seemed to weigh on the soul of anyone who gazed upon it. The light wasn't for the weak—any ordinary being exposed to it would feel their essence begin to unravel, their mind succumbing to despair unless they were a powerful cultivator strong enough to resist the moons' malevolent touch.
Below the ominous castle stretched a vast city bathed in the same sinister light. Streets bustled with activity as countless figures moved about with purpose. Yet the darkened, soot-streaked buildings and blood-red skies created a sense of unease.
While life thrived in this forsaken place, there was an unnerving detail that no observer could miss: the complete absence of children.
