City Lord Mansion, Blood Tower,
At the base of the ancient and shadowy tower, a figure sat quietly upon a tall throne. Above the throne in mid-air, an illusory light orb constantly shed specks of radiance.
The figure on the throne was bone-thin, as if every bit of flesh and blood had been drained by long years and endless suffering, leaving only skin and bones, like a ghost that had escaped from the edge of Hell.
At the top of the tower, countless streams of scarlet liquid silently cascaded down, like a waterfall controlled by an invisible hand, carrying a strange tranquility and ominousness. These streams interwove in the air and ultimately gathered at the base of the tower, gradually forming a blood pool that submerged the figure's knees.
The scarlet liquid surged and twisted within the pool, like a distorted life form, each ripple releasing a heart-palpitating frenzy and intent to kill, as if piercing through flesh to reach the very soul.
