Dark Sea…
The Abyssal Mountain loomed at the centre of the dark sea like a monolith of forgotten nightmares, its jagged peaks piercing the clouds and plunging their roots deep into the ocean floor.
Phillip, the new Demon Emperor, stood tall upon the rocky shore, his crimson eyes burning with relentless ambition.
"Keep the serpent ropes tight! Do not break lose!" Phillip's voice thundered across the waters, shaking the very fabric of the dark sea. His massive black cloak fluttered in the wind, adorned with the skeletal crown of the previous Demon Emperor. The army of demons working behind him acknowledged his command with low growls and fervent nods.
Thick, abyssal serpent beasts coiled around the mountain, their scales glinting faintly under the eerie light of the blood-red moon. The demons had painstakingly bound the serpents to the mountain like colossal chains, their bodies acting as living ropes.
