Chapter 213

The underworld was a realm of perpetual twilight, where shadows danced along jagged rock formations and the air was thick with an oppressive, sulfurous haze. Rivers of molten lava snaked through the landscape, casting an eerie, reddish glow that flickered off the cavernous walls. The ground was a mosaic of dark, foreboding stone, from which wisps of noxious smoke occasionally erupted.

Screams and wails of tortured souls, horrid sounds of whips meeting flesh and the continuous jiggling of chains could be heard echoing throughout the place.

In the heart of this desolate domain stood the Dark Lord's castle which loomed ominously atop a jagged mountain, its black stone walls seemingly absorbing all light. Tall, spiked towers pierced the perpetual twilight sky, and crimson banners fluttered in a ghostly breeze.

The Dark Lord was sitting on his throne which was elevated on a dais of blackened stone, his imposing figure