In a secluded corner of Celestaria, a place devoid of any life and long proclaimed as a forbidden zone where no living being could survive for even a few seconds, an unusual group of guests had arrived. The air was thick with an oppressive silence, broken only by the faint crackle of residual dark energy that permeated the area.
These guests were humanoid in appearance, but their black eyes with red irises and the two pairs of horns emerging from the sides of their heads marked them unmistakably as Infernals, the sworn enemies of Celestaria's residents. The Infernals moved with a purposeful grace, their presence a harbinger of impending doom.
The leader of the group, a towering figure with horns that curved elegantly backward, surveyed the desolate landscape. His eyes glowed with a malevolent light as he turned to his companions.
