The Devil’s Kingdom was a place where light had died centuries ago, swallowed whole by an endless night that never broke. Here, darkness was not just the absence of sun or stars—it was the very air you breathed, heavy, thick, and cold, wrapping around everything like a shroud.

There was no warmth, no softness, no mercy: only hunger, only pain, only the cruel, unyielding truth that in this land, the strong took what they wanted, and the weak existed only to be used or broken.