The Noctis Citadel was not just a fortress.
It was a kingdom carved from shadow and fire, built on the backs of fallen lords, broken oaths, and blood betrayal.
The floors shimmered with obsidian glass, carved with intricate runes that pulsed in a steady rhythm – as if the palace itself were breathing. Torches lined the towering halls, but the flames danced supernaturally. They weren't just flickering… they were alive. Watching.
Statues of ancient infernal rulers loomed overhead, their eyes hollow, their hands resting on the pommels of swords older than recorded history.
Asuriel studied every detail of the Citadel and burned them into her memory. Lucifer's rune tingled with recognition and familiarity, filling her chest with a strange sense of nostalgia that didn't belong to her.
However, after a short walk, they reached the ends of the grand corridors – and behind a set of metal double doors laid the Infernal Court.
