When the personal attendant finally arrived to escort me, I took a long, shaky breath, trying to steady my racing pulse. I was mentally preparing myself for the suffocating atmosphere of the throne room, bracing for the cold stone walls and the judgmental, dark energy of the high demon lords. But as we reached the alter, it became clear that the reality of the situation was nothing like the grim picture I had painted in my head.
The attendant didn't lead me toward the massive iron doors of the throne room. Instead, we took a sharp turn down a long, sun-drenched hallway I had never even stepped foot in before. It was lined with towering windows and smelled strangely of fresh earth rather than incense and old magic.
"Where exactly are we going?" I asked, my voice laced with confusion. "I t
