On a different day, deep within the monster realm, a meeting was held by high-ranking monsters in a dark, shallow yet tall and huge room.
The realm itself was a place of eternal twilight, where the sky was a perpetual deep crimson and purple, with no true sun or moon, only distant, flickering orbs of unnatural light that cast long, eerie shadows across jagged mountains and twisted forests.
The air was thick with the scent of sulfur and ancient decay, and distant roars of lesser beasts echoed through the valleys like constant reminders of the hierarchy of power.
The meeting room was carved into the heart of an ancient, crumbling castle that had stood for millennia, its stone walls blackened by centuries of dark magic and the residue of countless forbidden rituals.
The room was vast, its ceiling so high that it disappeared into shadow, supported by massive, cracked pillars covered in glowing runes that pulsed faintly like dying hearts.
