Not Much Time Left
In the shadowed depths and the innermost heart of the Demonstone Castle, the oppressive darkness of the underground chamber was illuminated only by the ominous crimson glow of the Void Reaver sword.
Its eerie light danced across the faces of Rowena, Naida, Isola, and Ceti as they gathered around a complex array etched into the floor, the last few dwindling Deviars being consumed by the sword's insatiable hunger.
Rowena's crimson eyes burned with a grim determination as she clenched her fists, "Our worst fears have come true," she said, her voice heavy with grimness.
Ceti's eyes were dark with worry as she added, "If the people hadn't noticed the barrier flickering, we wouldn't even have known. This so-called key is devouring our Deviars at least twice the speed compared to last month. If this keeps up, we won't even have a year left."