The demonic city loomed before us, its jagged, obsidian towers stretching high into the dark sky. The structures were massive, almost oppressive, and they seemed to pulse with a strange, foreboding energy. Each building was etched with runes, some glowing faintly, others dormant, but all of them radiating a sense of raw power. I kept my eyes sharp, scanning the city as we walked, every fiber of my being on high alert.
The air was thick with magic, almost suffocating, and I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. Demons of all shapes and sizes roamed the streets—some hulking beasts with horns and claws, others more humanoid, with eyes that gleamed with malice. They moved about their business, trading strange items in market stalls, haggling in a language foreign to my ears. Despite the activity, there was an underlying tension that made my skin crawl.
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