Meanwhile, in the heart of the Crimson Realm.
Demonbone Peak.
Twelve blood moons encircled the entire mountain, casting an eerie red glow.
The blood-colored monolith soared into the sky, with humanoid creatures that seemed to be formed from fresh blood wandering around it continuously.
At the summit of the mountain stood a tower that had existed for who knows how many years.
This tower seemed to be made up of corpses embedded within it, their wails of agony constant as pairs of crimson eyes filled with resentment and pain.
Yet, the group of people standing in front of this horrific tower seemed unfazed, as if oblivious to the terrifying scene unfolding on it.
Baron, Victor, and other powerful figures had been there for quite some time, not in a hurry to enter, still waiting for others.
Beneath Demonbone Peak, thunderous roars echoed as more individuals fought their way to the top.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!