My eyes had adjusted slowly to the dimness of the place, a conscious effort to observe my surroundings more keenly. It was as if a veil lifted, revealing the genuine splendor of the court. Torchlight flickers along the polished marble hallway, revealing intricate carvings of mythical creatures. It better said I had been so engulfed in frustration and escaping that I missed the grandeur – a vast, intricately designed space that surpassed even the refinement of the black market. Nevertheless, it couldn't escape the pervasive presence of the high demon's aura, which seemed to linger in every nook and cranny.
“Ah, there you are. Come," Vaelin – the high demon lord, beckoned as I lingered at the doorway of what seemed to be a study. The soft light from a handful of crystal lamps barely attempt
