The morning sunlight filtered through the crimson-tinted clouds of the demon realm, casting a warm, otherworldly glow over the landscape. The air was crisp and filled with the earthy scent of the dense forests that spread out beneath the towering mountain range ahead of us.
Today was the day we were finally going on an adventure a hike up one of the most mysterious and revered mountains in the demon realm, Mount Drakara. My heart thrummed with excitement as I laced up my sturdy boots, ready for whatever this place had to throw at me.
Seraphine stood beside me, her elegant features framed by her red hair, which was tied back into a practical ponytail. She was dressed for the occasion, her usual regal attire replaced with more practical gear a fitted jacket, durable pants, and boots that looked like they could withstand a demon's wrath.
There was a small smile playing on her lips as she watched me practically bounce on the spot.
