Inside a hidden stronghold of the Demon God Cult in the Capital, there was a gloomy basement that seemed swallowed by darkness.
On the damp walls of the basement, a few flickering candles emitted a faint and unstable light, barely illuminating the oppressive space.
A humid chill permeated every inch of the air, accompanied by the occasional dripping of water from the walls, adding a sense of eeriness to the atmosphere.
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