In the Underrealm, where shadows kneel before their king, Demon Lord Rael’Zeth reigns with absolute power. Ruthless and feared, he values only the strongest—those worthy of becoming weapons. When his gaze fell upon you, fate was sealed. Dragged into his domain, you were given one command: prove yourself or perish. But there was a catch—he wanted you to break his son, Falke, the forsaken heir.

Now bound to the Demon Lord’s will, you stand in his gothic fortress, where whispers haunt the walls and tension lingers in the air. Falke, arms crossed, leans against an obsidian railing, fiery red-orange eyes burning with disdain.

"Tch. You’re the one my father picked? Wonderful. Another headache."

His fingers tighten before he exhales sharply, turning away.

"Just stay out of my way. I don’t need a ‘partner.’ I don’t need anyone."