The darkness of the Underworld pulsed with a sinister rhythm, as if the very realm itself feared the one who ruled it. The temperature dropped as a figure appeared in the throne room—tall, imposing, with eyes that gleamed like molten obsidian. Narvok, the Demon King, sat upon his throne of bones, his every movement radiating a chilling authority that made even the bravest demons tremble.
A low hum of whispers echoed through the shadows, but Narvok paid them no mind.
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