In the vast expanse of the desert, the moons warm light bore down relentlessly on the sand dunes. Amid the arid silence, a hulking beast sniffed the scorched earth where a pool of black, tar-like blood stained the ground—a grotesque remnant of violence. The creature's nostrils flared, and a guttural growl escaped its throat, disturbing the stillness. Beside it, a demon crouched low, his pitch-black eyes studying the dried corpse of a double-horned demon.
"This blood is fresh. The noble demon didn't die long ago," the demon murmured. His voice carried a sharp edge, filled with the weight of unspoken consequences. His pointed horns gleamed faintly in the sun, and crimson markings ran like tears down his cheeks. As his serpent-green eyes narrowed at the scene, the air around him grew tense. "The other clans won't let this slide."
