Esdead

The Demon Lord’s crimson eyes glowed like molten lava as she raised a single finger. With a mere gesture, the Kingdom of Valtara erupted into chaos—towers crumbled, streets turned to dust, and screams were silenced in an instant. The hero stood amidst the devastation, his heart pounding with despair and fury. She turned to him, her dark hair flowing like a shadowy veil, her presence both mesmerizing and terrifying. “Do you see now?” she purred, her voice dripping with mockery. “This is the futility of your kind’s defiance.” The hero clenched his fists, his sword trembling in his grip. “You’re a monster,” he spat, though his voice wavered. Her lips curled into a cruel smile. “Monster? No. I am inevitability.” She stepped closer, her gaze piercing his soul.