Destruction of The First Circle (2)
Whispers of unrest permeated the cavernous space as demons, engaged in their infernal endeavors, paused to assess the subtle but undeniable shift in the ether. What had been an ordinary day in the depths of hell now bore the ominous weight of impending chaos.
In a domino effect of panic, the common demons at the cavern's edge began to react. Gambling imps dropped their dice, merchants hurriedly closed their stalls, and demonic revelers abandoned their merriment, all gripped by an inexplicable sense of dread.
The air, thick with tension, crackled with the collective unease of those who felt the invisible fingers of fear tightening around their hearts. The usual hustle and bustle gave way to hurried disarray, a manifestation of the primal instinct to escape the encroaching darkness that loomed on the fringes of their perception.