The crimson sky of the Demon Realm cast an eerie glow over the ancient ruins that stretched before them. Towering stone pillars, weathered by time and magic, jutted from the earth like the skeletal remains of a forgotten civilization. Dark vines slithered across broken archways, their thorny tendrils pulsing with latent energy. The air hummed with a sense of foreboding, as if the very land itself remembered the battles and bloodshed that had once stained its soil.
Orpheus stood atop a crumbling ledge, his arms crossed as he watched Luna stretch, preparing herself for the challenge ahead. His crimson eyes gleamed with intrigue. This was more than just a test of strength—it was a test of her instincts, adaptability, and control over her abilities.
Luna rolled her shoulders and exhaled, excitement flickering in her eyes.
"So, no help from you?" she asked, glancing over her shoulder.
Orpheus smirked. "None. You conquer this ruin alone. I'll simply observe."
