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Currently, in the village square, one that appeared so run-down, with a shabby and impoverished appearance.
A massive platform, starkly out of place, loomed like a monument to cruelty. Lavishly decorated with vibrant flowers and luxurious fabrics, it formed a striking contrast to the bleak, colorless village—almost as if it were taunting the poverty around it.
In front of this platform, a horde of around a hundred emaciated demons huddled together, their sunken faces reflecting a blend of fear and curiosity, their hushed whispers trembling on the edge of the oppressive silence.
Meanwhile, surrounding the platform stood an army of demons, their armor gleaming like trophies of war. They exuded an oppressive aura, sharp as blades, further deepening the villagers' fear.
