As we stepped out of the car, the air was fresh, tinged with the faint scent of something earthy and warm. The village spread out before us, small and charming, a complete contrast to the grandeur of the demon capital.
I had expected something more intimidating maybe tall, jagged towers and dark, ominous skies. But instead, what I saw was... almost idyllic.
The houses were made of stone, their roofs thatched with what looked like obsidian straw, shimmering under the dim light of the sky.
There was a soft glow from lanterns that lined the streets, each casting a golden light that made the village look cozy, inviting even.
The ground beneath my feet was a mixture of cobblestones and dirt paths, worn down by the footsteps of villagers over centuries, yet they seemed well-maintained, adding to the rustic charm of the place.
The buildings were small, much smaller than the palatial structures in the capital, yet each had its own intricate design.
