The Demon God's Advent

The Grand Cathedral was stained crimson.

And at its center stood a Pitch-Black figure.

It surveyed its surroundings with an eerie smile.

Its face, devoid of eyes, nose, and mouth, was grotesquely distorted.

As if a sneer was etched into the *Pitch-Black* night itself.

<Ah... how long has it been since I last smelled the scent of this world?>

Its voice was truly bizarre.

A resonance befitting the true name of the Demon God.

Though a mere soliloquy, it reeked of death.

My companions and I couldn't even move...