The sky over Helheim bled red.
Not the warm glow of sunset, nor the brilliance of a blood moon—this was darker. Wrong. A malignant haze choked the heavens, swirling like smoke around the shattered spires of the demon continent's capital. Thunder cracked without lightning. Shadows moved without sources. And far beneath the volcanic crust of the continent, in the Throne-Crypt of Shad'Kar, the air was growing thin with fear.
The Seven Demon Kings were at war.
Not with outsiders.
With each other.
Power struggles. Assassinations. Broken oaths. The fragile balance that once kept the Demon Realms from plunging into total anarchy was crumbling. Territories shifted like sand, loyalties melted under the weight of ancient grudges, and worse—primordial magics long sealed were stirring again.