Deep within the demonic forest, where the ranks of the monsters were unknown and their forms strange and terrifying.
The trees grew haphazardly, their twisted trunks reaching skyward in every direction.
Those creatures moved about calmly, but none dared to approach a tall, weed-covered tower.
The ground around it remained clear, leaving a space surrounding the structure.
On the throne sat an imposing figure, draped in dark fabrics and adorned with details evoking a fallen emperor. The armor was black and worn, and a long, tattered cloak cascaded down the steps like a living shadow.
The steps were cracked, with worn areas disrupting the structure's uniformity.
The head, crowned with a black tiara encrusted with dark gems, was tilted slightly forward.
The gems reflected dull glimmers.
On the chest... The armor's surface had an irregular opening at that point.
A rusty sword, deeply embedded.
