The air in the Demon Realm felt thick that night, as if something invisible but palpable was brewing in the shadows. Sophia, exhausted from training and constant surveillance, decided to retire to her room earlier than usual. Physical exhaustion was nothing compared to the mental fatigue that was beginning to eat away at her. But something different awaited her that night.
As she closed her eyes, images began to swirl through her mind. But these were not memories of the day, or of her time in the Aren. They were fragments of a distant past, one she had tried to forget: the life she led before she was transported to the Demon Realm.
