The dark gates of the underworld opened with a guttural, deep sound, like the sigh of a beast awakening from a long slumber. Seraphis, still feeling the weight of the battle with Elysiel, crossed the portal that led him back to his realm, but what he found in front of him was very different from the imposing domain he had left behind.
The underworld was in ruins.
The shadows that once obeyed his commands now moved in a disorderly, chaotic manner. The vast halls of black stone, always enveloped by an aura of power and respect, were desolate, as if they had lost the vigor that sustained them. The dark energy currents that used to slither through the corridors were weaker, almost nonexistent. The demons, once submissive and loyal, now looked at him with distrust and, in some cases, open hostility.
Seraphis was vulnerable, and they knew it.
