Zomaza's furious roar reverberated through the dark chamber, shaking its very foundations. The flickering purple flames that illuminated the room cast long, wavering shadows, each seeming to mock the six-horned demon lord's rage. His skeletal throne groaned under the force of his clenched fists pounding the armrests, sending echoes of crackling bone through the air.
"What do you mean you can't fulfill a simple task?!" Zomaza bellowed, his crimson eyes glowing like twin suns of fury. The air grew heavy, suffocating, as a dark aura oozed from his body, corrupting the surrounding space.
Naon, one of Zomaza's trusted servants, lay prostrate before him, his forehead pressed against the icy floor. Blood seeped from a gaping wound that marred half his body, the flesh on his corrupted side rotting like a decayed fruit. Yet even the agony of his injury was nothing compared to the fear tightening his throat.