Revelation

The lifeless bodies of the guards lay strewn on the floor, their blood mingling with the regal red carpet. The blade, pulled out from Elandril's back, left a gruesome trail of blood that splurted from the wound. As the emperor crumpled to the ground, the grandeur of the throne room seemed to wither in the face of this unexpected tragedy.

The Devil Cultivator, adorned with twenty-four wings that exuded an otherworldly aura, stood over Elandril's fallen form. A cruel smirk played on the cultivator's face as he spoke, "You should have joined us, but you chose against us."

The weight of betrayal and impending doom hung heavy in the air as Eldora witnessed the fall of its emperor. The once-majestic throne room now bore witness to a scene of chaos and despair, the echoes of treachery reverberating through the heart of the elven empire.