The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting an eerie red hue over the vast expanse of the Shadowlands. It was a realm cloaked in perpetual twilight, where the line between day and night blurred into a surreal, ever-present dusk.
Among its darkened forests and looming mountains stood the Blackstone Keep, an imposing fortress that served as the seat of power for the demon queen, Morgathia.
Lise prowled through the dimly lit halls of the keep, her blue hair cascading down her back like a waterfall under the muted light. Her brown eyes, sharp and vigilant, scanned every shadow, every flicker of movement. As a member of the elite Demon Guard, her duty was to protect the queen and maintain order. But today, her task was different.
