บท 174: The power of the heart.

[Flashback]

Ethan stood resolute, his figure a stark contrast against the eerie backdrop of the ancient chamber. 

Shadowy torchlight flickered along the walls, casting dancing shadows that seemed to whisper of untold secrets. Before him, the primordial demons loomed, a presence both unsettling and mesmerizing.

The seal, once unbreakable, had now weakened, its intricate patterns cracked and fading. Four demons had broken free, their malevolent energy tangling with the very air. 

Asmodeus, the demoness of lust, exuded an aura of seductive danger, her eyes smoldering with a fiery intensity. 

Mammon, the demoness of greed, reclined on a throne of glistening gold, her fingers tracing patterns in the air as if conjuring wealth itself.

Belzeebulb, the demoness of gluttony, sat with an unsettling indulgence, her bloated form almost blending into the tapestries of excess that adorned the walls.