[: 3rd POV :]
Across the vast, disparate lands of the world, news of the impending Global Summit stirred monarchs, heirs, and hidden powers alike.
For decades, the Summit had remained dormant, a relic of peace forged long ago.
But now, its return marked the possibility of change, it was either prosperity, or war.
Within the core of the Demon Continent where the Demon Lord, ruler of Ravesskar resides.
Inside the obsidian throne hall of Ravesskar, Demon King Malgrath lounged on a seat carved from hellflame and volcanic crystal.
A crown of thorns and fire burned upon his horns.
"A summit, after all this time?" he mused, his fingers tapping against the armrest.
His daughter, Princess Vaelira, clad in crimson silk and shadow armor, stood at his side.
"I doubt it will change much. The world fears us too deeply."
"Perhaps," Malgrath grinned, sharp teeth gleaming.
"But fear is a tool. And the Ghost rumors? If true... this world may need monsters like us again."
