In the distant Demonic Wastes, dark mountains trembled under the crimson sky.
The land itself looked restless and uneasy as the red light slowly spread across the horizon. Dry winds moved across the barren plains and carried dust through the cracked earth.
Scattered bones rattled across the ground as the wind pushed them along. Monsters and demonic creatures howled in the distance, their voices echoing across the wasteland as if their instincts sensed something ancient had returned to the world.
Inside a ruined fortress built from heavy black stone, several demon lords stood gathered around a massive throne carved from obsidian. The fortress had once been glorious, but now its walls were broken and its towers had collapsed long ago. Pieces of shattered stone lay scattered across the floor while dark banners hung torn from the walls.
