The architecture was a grotesque fusion of twisted and jagged spires, dark stone walls, and eerie flickering torches that cast eerie shadows upon the walls. The air was heavy with an oppressive aura, and every step he took seemed to echo through the empty halls.
As Zach made his way through the castle, he couldn't help but notice the brutal treatment of the demon slaves. They were shackled and forced to toil under the watchful eyes of demonic overseers, their groans and cries of exhaustion filling the air. The demon lord ruled with an iron fist, subjecting his underlings to unspeakable cruelty to build his dark empire.
