In a certain place lying in the northernmost region of the world.
Strong winds seemed to be blowing over the place signalling the forthcoming storm.
Amid the dry and vast waistband, it was a place crawling with darkness and evil lurking with all forms of atrocities.
It was a place where the sun doesn't rise for most of the year and the night was lengthy. A scene filled with pitch darkness while creatures that are believed to have originated from malevolence resided.
The entire place was a wasteland where the strong reigned supreme and the weak were either killed or had no choice but to obey the rule of the above.
Grovelling under unjust rules and living all their lives in distress and misery, was the way those who were born weak survived.
The Demon Continent.
At the summit of the strict hierarchical order in the place, stood the Demon Castle signifying the status of the supreme being.