Dante and Eldrax walked through the dark corridors of the demon castle, their footsteps echoing with a steady cadence against the cold stone floor. The flames that illuminated the walls cast distorted shadows, creating an atmosphere thick with palpable tension. Eldrax, in his human form, with long black robes and a penetrating gaze, walked beside Dante, who was completely at ease, as if she owned the place.
After a few seconds of walking, they finally reached the grand throne room. The doors creaked open, revealing the scene awaiting the demon lord.
A large round table dominated the center of the room, made of obsidian and adorned with ancient runes, which only added to the imposing feel.