At the heart of this desolate planet stood a massive tower—a structure twisted from charred rock and the remnants of long-forgotten battles. Red flames crackled along its jagged surface, casting an eerie crimson glow over the barren wasteland below. At the tower's pinnacle, an immense flame roared, its ominous light stretching across the horizon—a symbol of the fearsome power and unyielding terror that ruled this world.
Inside the tower's shadowy throne room, a dark figure sat upon a throne carved from bones and skulls, his gaze piercing and predatory. He clutched a goblet filled with a thick, dark liquid that seemed to pulse with a life of its own. His eyes gleamed with a cruel intelligence, surveying the room with an air of absolute authority.
