TWO DAYS BEFORE THE FINAL TRIAL
The looming, Baroque-inspired structure welcomed Damon the Prideful as soon as he stepped out from the glowing red runes of the hexagram. Clad in his black knight uniform and with freshly showered hair, Damon strode toward the imperial palace, situated at the very heart of the Rancid City.
Bolts of lightning crackled across the sky above the imposing palace of the Nether World, briefly illuminating every crevice of the imperial grounds. The air vibrated with tension as thunderclaps followed each electric burst.
Damon’s gaze lingered on one of the statues at the entrance to the palace grounds. Standing tall and proud were the seven demon lords in their monstrous forms. At the apex of the cluster stood the horned and crowned Demon King, Lucifer the Prideful
