Val'Karas — The Crimson Room
The Crimson Room was an abyss of blazing red, walls of obsidian etched with ancient runes that pulsed with infernal energy. Flames roared like living serpents, twisting and licking the air, casting eerie shadows that danced and writhed with a life of their own. The very atmosphere trembled with anticipation.
In the heart of this hellish chamber, three figures sat in a triangle around a burning sigil scorched deep into the floor—Y'tharion, Death, and Sin. Their presences alone seemed to warp the air, dark energy coiling like smoke around them.
Death, his skeletal frame cloaked in a swirling shroud of shadows, leaned forward, his voice a chilling whisper that rumbled like distant thunder.
"The infernals are ready."
Y'tharion, his clawed hand resting on the hilt of his cursed blade, twisted a cruel grin.
"Then it is time. Let us pay the Royal Palace a visit."
