Paintings of demons and dark creatures adorned the ceilings, their eyes seemingly following Azrael and Cambion as they made their way deeper into the citadel. Sinister statues stood in alcoves, frozen in poses of agony and despair, their marble gazes fixated on the intruders.
As Azrael and Cambion ventured further into the heart of the Ebon Citadel, a sudden disturbance in the air. The walls of the citadel seemed to ripple and shift, as if the very fabric of reality was being torn asunder. From the shadows, figures began to emerge, their forms seemingly melding with the darkness itself.
The Void Sentinels had arrived.