The final stretch of their journey had brought Alishiera and Devancier to the heart of the third domain, the largest and most dangerous of the demon realms.
The atmosphere was thick with an oppressive energy that weighed heavily on their hearts and minds.
The land stretched out before them in desolation, burnt forests, shattered mountains, and a sky perpetually stained with dark clouds.
This was a place where life had long since been swallowed by darkness, a vast, cursed expanse where demonic forces were strongest.
Alishiera could feel the tension in the air, the heavy pressure of countless demons watching from the shadows.
She held Elsienflora tightly, the sword of the saintess princess, the blade that had healed her many times and magnified her power.
Arthivian, the crown prince's sword, pulsed at her side, a dark force she had come to rely on, despite its dangers.
