In the demon realm.
Inside the grand throne hall, a figure appeared out of thin air and landed on the floor, the darkness binding her as a captive, released her, and sucked back by the black stone hung in the air.
Oriana, shocked and exhausted at the same time, panted heavily as she lay on her stomach on the ancient looking cold stone floor. She felt like she had gone through heavy labor to even lift her finger at the moment. All she remembered was that she was about to be marked by Arlan and suddenly a powerful force disturbed the ceremony just on time.
'Where am I?' She opened her eyes and tried to sit up on the floor with her hands pressed against the cold floor for support, her long hair disheveled as it covered the sides of her face entirely.
She could feel the different essence in the air, a familiar one- Demon realm.