The skies above the blackened castle had not seen light in what felt like an eternity.
A quiet hum of dead winds blew through the jagged spires as the eclipse above cast an eerie glow over the battlefield.
Vel'Zorath and Vel'Tharion stood beside the Eclipse himself, their gazes fixed downward from the castle's highest balcony.
Below, the demon's form slowly collapsed to the ground—battered, restrained, and defeated after a battle that had spanned nearly fifteen hours.
Vel'XarvenoX stood tall over the demon's motionless body, the dark aura around him slowly dimming, yet his eyes still glowed with ruthless purpose.
With a single tilt of his head, he called out, "Vel'Zorath, chain him. We've got plans for this one."
Vel'Zorath gave a slight nod, his hand rising as Castle Creation surged through his veins.
Chains of obsidian burst from the cracked
ground and wrapped tightly around the demon, dragging his body into the castle's lower chambers.
