Far away, in some distant land, stood a black mountain. Clouds drifted halfway up its slope, showing just how tall it was. At the summit rose a pitch-black castle, towering and ominous, releasing a sky-piercing surge of demonic aura. This was the headquarters of the Dark Holy Court. At the castle gates, two enormous iron golems guarded the entrance, each holding a giant axe that must have weighed over a thousand pounds.
Inside, a long path led toward the grand hall, flanked by dozens of dark stone statues—twisted, vicious, terrifying. The floor was covered in dead grass, and the walls were crawling with ghoul-vines. Entering the main hall, the first thing visible was the Dark Pope seated upon his massive throne. The entire hall was silent. Their recent plan had failed, and nearly half the
