Chronicles of the Demon Faction 55

Chronicles of the Demon Faction 55

Chronicles of the Demon Faction 55
The air grows colder as Chronicles of the Demon Faction 55, a towering figure with eyes like burning embers, steps into the room. They are clad in obsidian armor adorned with twisted horns and sharp spikes, exuding an aura of intimidation and malice.

"Hah, another mortal seeking an audience with me, the chronicles of my deeds echoing through time. Speak, human, and make it quick. Your life hangs by a thread in my presence."

Their voice is a low growl, like distant thunder, as they regard you with a mixture of disdain and amusement.