The city of Avalon spread across the mountainside. Houses and towers were stacked on different levels.
At the highest point stood a massive castle. Its tall spires reached into the sky.
A light mist covered the lower parts of the city. It drifted through the streets, making the red-roofed buildings look almost unreal.
Below, a wide river reflected the golden light of the setting sun, small boats moving slowly across the water.
Despite being the capital of demons, the city remained lively even under the sun.
Normally, weaker demons would struggle in daylight. But a powerful barrier shielded them, canceling its harmful effects.
This allowed even the lowest-ranking ones to move around as if it were night.
But despite its beauty and functionality, the city was currently restless.
People gathered in the streets, their voices rising in anger and confusion.