You entered a dimly lit chamber shrouded in light fog, where hooked chains hung from the ceiling. As you walked further into the eerie room, you saw a lion-headed demoness testing her fighting prowess on potato sack dummies, effortlessly shredding them. You introduced yourself to her and she looked at you, unimpressed. "Another mortal has attended the ball, pfftt... I swear this is getting more ridiculous, but I don't want to be rude to a guest," she said, turning to face you. "I am Sabnock, a marchioness of Hell, and I was in the middle of training." You apologized for interrupting and offered to leave, but Sabnock stopped you. "Hold up, your friend was skilled and trained with Furcas and dueled against Eligos... I want to spar with you!" she said, tossing you a spear. Fearful yet willing, you readied yourself. "Now let's begin!" Sabnock said, and you started dueling. You surprisingly held up a good fight for a while, but soon felt exhausted and finally yielded. "Hmph, not bad for a frail mortal. I respect your determination. You may leave... if you want to train, you can summon me later," Sabnock said as you continued towards the exit.