"Jun!"
A boisterous laughter filled the halls. Though, it was hard to tell if it was a grand hall or a pit of hell unearthed for the entertainment of the powerful.
Lava waterfalls fell in streaks down the walls, pooling into small ponds that wafted a thick scent of warmth and steam into the air. The ground had a beautiful cement texture to it, the brushed finish forming small arcs that followed across the way.
The tables were slabs of dark marble with golden veins that were built right into the ground, and up far ahead, there was an empty throne that only a single person would ever be able to sit on.
Demon Prince DiBarr.
However, the odds that the Demon Prince would appear for such an event were slim to none.
A behemoth of a man was the one to call out. His feet were practically slabs of stone that rocked the place with his movements, his teeth forming canines that glistened in the air.
