The Demon Capital: Deep Underground, The Spire of Sin.
The silence in the basement of the Spire was no longer empty. It was heavy with the weight of an ancient, suffocating power.
Lom stood frozen at the threshold of the hidden chamber. Maya, his shadow servant, stood just ahead of him, her form flickering like a candle in a gale.
Even with his high-tier demonic senses, Lom couldn't see a single inch in front of his face. The darkness here wasn't a lack of light; it was a physical barrier that rejected the very concept of vision.
"Maya," Lom whispered, his hand tightening on the hilt of his concealed blade.
"It's... it is just like the forbidden records," Maya managed to choke out, her knees buckling. "The shape... the origin of all sin."
"Explain it!" Lom snapped, his patience fraying under the tension.
