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Thirty days had passed since Kent began the ritual to summon the Three-Phased God. The once vibrant energy surrounding the Devil Mountain had dimmed, replaced by an eerie silence. 

Kent remained resolute, standing still on one leg, chanting the scriptures that floated before him. The golden leaves of the sacred texts turned on their own, yet the heavens remained silent. No divine response had come.

Three more days left for the blood moon…

Meanwhile, deep within the dark chambers of the Demon Castle, Demon Lord Phillip sat upon his grotesque throne, made of thousands of twisted, petrified bones. His ghostly bone dragon, its four massive wings folded like a shadowy cloak, rested beside him. 

Reports from his spies had just arrived, whispering the pathetic state of the so-called warriors of the Nine Realms. Phillip burst into laughter, his guttural voice shaking the entire castle.