A Strange Vortex

Jeremy emerged from the portal into the heart of the Demon Realm, his mind already racing with the next steps of his plan.

The sky above roiled with storm clouds, crackling with arcs of red lightning that illuminated the twisted spires of ancient obsidian fortresses scattered across the horizon.

This realm, once the domain of the Demon God, now belonged to Jeremy. But as he surveyed the scorched expanse, he knew that ruling the Demon Realm was only the beginning.

His true goal lay far beyond these burning fields—in the conquest of other realities, the overthrow of their gods, and the accumulation of power until he could challenge the Administrators themselves.

His eyes, still aglow with the mingled energies of light and darkness, scanned the legions of demons that had gathered to witness his arrival.

They were a fearsome sight, a sea of monstrous forms—horned, winged, armored, and fanged—each one a manifestation of raw, chaotic power.