Darkness reigned before the dawn of light... Who would have thought that his mundane life would take a chilling turn one day? Trapped in the monotony of his office existence, Simon suddenly finds himself thrust into an extraordinary realm beyond imagination. Death was merely the beginning... When Simon opened his eyes next, a fantastical landscape vastly different from his familiar office cubicle awaited him. A marvellous sight, a different world. The cruel life... Althaea, a realm of merciless brutality where the law of survival dictates: eat or be eaten, kill or be killed. Born not as a human... Simon emerges as a demon, a being shunned by humanity and embroiled in a relentless war between humans and demons. The Seraphims, protector of humanity, and the Demon lords who rule across all demonkind. Amidst all the chaos, he must navigate the treacherous hierarchy of demonkind as one of the lowest-ranking Demon Nobles. The unique power... The art of dungeon creation—a golden opportunity to ascend above the chaos and establish his dominion. With power comes adversaries... Now he must delve deeper, unveil its hidden powers and forge alliances that will dictate his fate. Fight rival demons, vengeful seraphims, and ancient evils who were up to no good. . Join Simon on his odyssey through a world teetering on the edge of destruction, where every step forward is fraught with danger and every decision could mean life or death. Will he rise to the challenge and defy the odds, or will he succumb to the unforgiving darkness that threatens to consume him? ----- Join our discord for Q&A and to chat with fellow members- https://discord.gg/bXexmSNeqn You can support me by helping me buy illustrations:- patreon.com/ViciousPepper.
While they were deciding how they were going to fight the Crypt wight, the being himself stepped forward and his form appeared before everyone. Towering over the other monsters, the crypt Wight was a dark giant more than five meters tall.
Its form was shrouded in tattered robes that billowed without the presence of any wind and concealed its true shape from everyone. Underneath the cloak, its withered frame gleamed with an eerie light and ominous powers that coursed through its veins.
Its head, adorned with an ancient crown was encrusted with jewels, that bore the visage of a long-deceased king. Long, bony fingers extended from its hands, each tipped with razor-sharp claws that seemed capable of even rending boulders as easily as flesh.
As it looked at the three kings with its empty eye sockets two greenish fire appeared inside them. Immediately, Gil-Garna and the others felt a little uncomfortable.
"It's using some kind of skill"…