Chapter 87 - The Demons' Gathering

The moon hung high above the mountain, casting its silver glow over the eerie clearing. This was no ordinary night; it felt charged, like the air just before a thunderstorm. The mountain, shrouded in thick forest, had become a place of secrets and shadows, perfect for this congregation of demons. A wide clearing spread out amidst the trees, a perfect natural amphitheater for this clandestine gathering. The scents of earth, sulfur, and something distinctly otherworldly filled the air, as if each breath was a reminder that this was no place for mortals.