In the planes where the moon never seemed to wane, its cold silver glow bathed a world blanketed in unyielding darkness.
Shadows stretched endlessly, their jagged forms swallowing everything in sight.
The air carried a vile stench of decay, clinging to each breath—a constant reminder of the abyss that defined their reality.
The village square lay in tense silence as the head demon soldier's booming voice tore through the oppressive night.
"All of you idiots!" he roared, his voice reverberating across the square like a crack of thunder.
"How could intruders stroll into your village, and you welcome them as if they were kin? What's wrong with you all?!"
The beast beneath him snarled in apparent agreement, releasing a breath so hot it created a visible steam that mingled with the cold night air. Its massive claws scraped against the cobblestone, leaving deep, jagged marks on the ground.
