The Devildom sky hangs heavy and purple, the twin moons casting an ethereal glow over the Demon Lord's Castle. The grand stone structure looms against the horizon, its towers scraping at the perpetual twilight. Inside, the Great Hall buzzes with an unusual kind of energy — not battle preparations or ceremonial gatherings, but the chaos of luggage being dragged up staircases, doors slamming, and the ever-present sound of arguing.
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