Capítulo 118: Demon Queen

In the heart of the city, nestled along the waterfront, lay a discrete enclave known only to a select few. Here, the bustling energy of urban life seemed to hush, giving way to the symphony of gulls cawing and the soft lapping of water against the docks. Birds wheeled and circled overhead, their silhouettes etched against the canvas of the sky.

The scent of the sea hung heavy in the air, mingling with the unmistakable fowl aroma of freshly caught fish. It was a fragrance that spoke of livelihoods earned and sustenance provided. Weathered fishermen's boats, their designs bearing traces of futurism, bobbed gently at the shore, their sleek lines contrasting against the rugged charm of the port.