The Entrance

The once-thriving village stood in eerie stillness, as if time had abandoned this desolate civilization. A faint breeze whispered through the empty streets, carrying with it the melancholic echoes of a forgotten era. The azure-eyed demon strode forward, his steps light yet purposeful, his gaze sweeping over the dilapidated buildings that crumbled under the weight of neglect.

A faint smile played upon the demon's lips, his eyes gleaming with an otherworldly brilliance. His presence seemed to cast a vibrant hue upon the desolation, breathing life into the barren landscape. He relished the solitude, finding solace amidst the ruins, a silent testament to the power he wielded.