The dual moons of the Demon World illuminated the cold ground.
On the arcane altar built with red bones, the eternal flames of decay were blazing fiercely.
With their silver hair like wings electrified and flung across the sky, the two Queens of Lich, Jia Bao and Monroe, stood chanting. A massive, restless vortex appeared in the turbulent sky, as spectral mist and swirling clouds turned the two moons of the Demon World into grotesque grinning faces.
"Noble King of the Ancient Crocodiles of Piacenza, is there truly a need for this?" Emperor Chaplin of the Demon Dragons asked with great effort to suppress his trembling, respectfully.
