Olivia found herself within the imposing heart of the Demon King's castle. Unlike the sterile white walls of the academy, this place pulsed with a dark, brooding energy. Grotesque statues of gargoyles glowered down from the walls, their claws seemingly scraping at the air. Demons, clad in obsidian armor and wielding wicked-looking blades, patrolled the hallways, their eyes glowing with an unholy red light.
As Olivia walked past them, their heads snapped towards her, guttural growls erupting from their throats. Fear threatened to overwhelm her, but Hila's presence beside her offered a sliver of comfort. He raised a hand, silencing the growls with a single gesture.
"Hail, Hila!" the demons bellowed, their voices echoing through the cavernous hall.
