The scene shifted to a place of nightmares—a cavernous, dark chamber filled with the echoes of screams and the oppressive presence of dark powers.
The air was thick with the scent of decay and the sound of chains rattling. In the center of this terrifying place sat a towering throne carved from black obsidian, pulsating with malevolent energy.
The throne was adorned with skulls and dark runes, glowing faintly with an eerie light. On this throne sat the Demon King, a towering figure of terror and power.
His skin was ashen, eyes glowing a sinister red, and horns curled from his forehead like twisted spires. The shadows around him seemed to feed off his dark aura, swirling and shifting restlessly.
Trembling, the man with the scorpion tattoo began his report. "King, the boy Wuxie is the one who killed Florence and broke the illusions created by him," he said, his voice shaking with fear.
