The air in the high demon nobility meeting hall was thick with magic and tension.
The obsidian walls, embedded with golden runes and gleaming rubies, reflected the dim light from floating candelabras, creating an oppressive and hypnotizing atmosphere.
A long red carpet, adorned with gold embroidery, stretched across the hall, guiding guests toward an empty throne at the center of the room.
This throne, carved from black crystal, emanated an aura of almost overwhelming authority, reserved for the Archon Amon.
At that moment, Cabernet Gremory stood at the top of a raised platform, surveying the hall with a critical gaze. She wore a dark purple dress that clung to her slender figure, while her crimson hair shimmered like living flames under the magical lighting. A black rose adorned her head, completing her imposing presence.