The silence that cloaked Darkous was a stark contrast to the bustling energy Sebastian remembered from his previous visits. The absence of the usual demonic cacophony sent a shiver down his spine, a primal instinct warning him of an impending threat. The city, once a vibrant tapestry of chaos and life, now felt like a tomb, its secrets buried beneath a layer of oppressive stillness.
"Something's not right," Sebastian muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. He tightened his grip on Eliana's hand, his protective instincts kicking in.
Lito nodded, his wings twitching nervously. "The city feels... empty," he observed, his voice a low rumble that echoed through the deserted streets. "Where are all the demons?"
