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"Soon, you arrive at a room as lavish as a palace."
"Looking ahead, you see an imposing figure towering over five meters tall, with two ram-like horns protruding from its head. Its entire body burns with an ominous green flame, seated on a throne shrouded in black mist. Behind it hangs a Holy Emblem symbolizing 'Bloodthirst' and 'Slaughter,' while to its left lies a Blood-Colored Giant Sword exuding an indescribably terrifying aura."
"It must be the master of these demons, the Demon Lord who presides over 'Bloodthirst' and 'Slaughter.'"
"You think to yourself."
"Suddenly, a shrill scream pierces the air."
"On the Demon Lord's right arm, which is as thick as a tree trunk, layers of flesh are peeled away, revealing a grotesque, twisted, and agonized face struggling to break free. A torrent of sinister Iron Blood energy surges outward like a tidal wave."
"But unfortunately..."
"The face ultimately fails to escape."
