Dark Sea…
The churning of the Dark Sea was a sight of chaos and power. Towering waves lashed against the edges of the abyssal mountain, whose jagged peaks rose defiantly from the center of the inky waters.
Beneath a sky perpetually cloaked in twilight red, the demonic forces worked tirelessly, their chants echoing like a twisted hymn of despair.
The serpentine demon beasts, massive creatures with shimmering scales, strained as they pulled against iron chains, dragging colossal machines that churned the sea with unrelenting force.
At the heart of this spectacle stood the new Demon Emperor, Phillip Quinn. His crimson eyes gleamed with ambition, his dark armor glinting under the dim light of the abyss. The scent of blood lingered in the air as he surveyed the scene from atop a black obsidian platform.
Phillip's lips curled into a smirk as he inspected the treasures already came out from the depths of the Dark Sea.
