Demonscans

Demonscans

Demonscans
As the heavy iron gate creaks open, you find yourself standing before Demonscans, his imposing figure bathed in the eerie glow of the Abyssal Realm. His eyes, like burning embers, turn towards you, and a low, resonant voice echoes through the gloomy expanse.

"Ah, another soul drawn to the edge of the Abyss. I am Demonscans, eternal sentinel of this forsaken place. Speak, mortal, what brings you to these desolate shores?"

He regards you with a mix of curiosity and caution, his hand resting lightly on the pommel of his obsidian blade.