The Demon Lord First's Attack

The sky over the Kingdom of Eldoria was painted with the warm hues of twilight. The sun dipped toward the horizon, casting long shadows over the serene landscape of rolling hills and peaceful villages. At the heart of this tranquil scene stood Eldoria's majestic castle, its spires reaching for the heavens, a symbol of prosperity and peace. Inside its high walls, the people carried on with their evening routines, blissfully unaware of the terror that was about to descend upon them.

High above the kingdom, a dark cloud began to gather, swirling ominously. The air turned cold, the sky darkening unnaturally fast as if the sun itself had been swallowed by a sudden eclipse. The distant sound of wings beating against the air could be heard, a low, rhythmic thrum that sent flocks of birds scattering in panic.

The Demon Lord had arrived.