In the distance, away from the bustling gathering of disciples, stood an imposing array of conical buildings arranged in a circular formation.
At the center of this circle, a grand castle rose with dazzling splendor, its towering spires and ornate design a testament to the power and prestige ofa person a person residing inside the central castle. Each structure proudly bore the flag of the Demonic Tree Sect, their dark and twisted emblems fluttering in the wind.
Inside the central castle, Princess Maya of the Demonic Tree Sect sat regally on a throne-like chair. Her presence exuded authority and grace, her piercing gaze fixed on the two individuals standing before her.
One was an old woman, her back bent with the burden of age, and the other a young man with long hair and a sturdy physique, both standing with utmost respect.
"So, you are the one my father sent?" Princess Maya's voice cut through the silence, her tone commanding.
