The Demon Continent – City of Vainglory, Seat of the Demon Lord of Pride
The city stood like a monument carved from arrogance itself—tall black spires etched with golden lines, each tower a mirror reflecting only its own grandeur. Every building shimmered with enchantments that boasted their creator's superiority. Statues of the Demon Lord of Pride lined the streets, each one exaggerated in elegance and size, as if the city worshipped no gods but the image of its ruler.
Shubh walked through the main gate without disguise, without stealth—her dark, abyss-kissed aura trailing behind her like liquid smoke. The guards at the gate turned to stone not from magic, but from sheer terror, their bodies freezing under the weight of her presence. Their minds cracked, unable to comprehend the being before them.
"Another fool who believes their ego can defy inevitability," she whispered to no one, her many black eyes opening across her back like blooming flowers of death.
