That night, a light drizzle fell gently in the demon world, casting a darker shadow over the Grandmaster's mansion. Lucca walked through the towering gates, his mind weighed down by questions that had no answers. His steps felt heavy as he approached the grand building that had become all too familiar to him.
Inside the mansion, the main hall was filled with black stone ornaments and frightening statues of demons. In the center sat the Grandmaster on a magnificent throne. Her figure was mysterious, with an aura of immense power radiating around her. Next to her stood a tall man with sharp eyes—her husband, the co-ruler of this dark realm. They were the supreme rulers, but Lucca never knew they harbored a secret far deeper than what was visible.
Lucca stood before them with the utmost respect. Though frustration simmered in his chest, he held himself back.
"Lucca," the Grandmaster's voice was low yet commanding, "I know why you've come."
