On the Valoria continent, deep within a dank, shadowy cave, a creature stood motionless, its presence radiating an aura of evil.
It stood upright, its four limbs ending in razor-sharp claws. Its eyes glowed with an eerie blue light, piercing the oppressive darkness.
The air was thick with the stench of decay, the overwhelming odor of rotting flesh.
"Torin, you must have felt it too. You want to pledge your allegiance to the new emperor? How foolish. Why not enjoy your reign here? But I know you. You'll go."
Zarvox chuckled, its voice dripping with mockery.
It was thriving here, in the heart of the Valoria continent, the demon's domain, a place even angels avoided.
Why would it submit to a fledgling emperor?
Here, it was king. There, it would be just another subordinate, constantly facing danger.
It wasn't even a choice.
As it settled back down, ready to resume its slumber, one of its subordinates burst into the cave.