**WARNING!** Heavy use of language and violence is present. Some scenes may not be suitable for younger readers.
This book, "Regal Rift," is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidenta...
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The grand chamber of the Abyssal Palace was vast and foreboding, its high ceilings vanishing into the darkness. Twisted, glowing runes adorned the walls, pulsing with an otherworldly light.
It was here that Rhys, now fully in command of the Wrhys Legion, had summoned the leaders of every Demon League to formulate their next sinister plan.
One by one, the leaders entered, each representing their own powerful sect.
The tension in the room was palpable as they gathered, their presence a testament to the hierarchy that governed the dark realm beneath the surface.
The First to arrive was Malakar, the leader of the Order of Laxis. Clad in dark, ornate armor that gleamed with an unholy light, Malakar's eyes burned with a cold, calculating fire.
His legion was known for their strategic brilliance and unparalleled mastery of shadow magic.
Next came was Seraphis of the Voidbourn Sect, a tall and ethereal figure whose very presence seemed to distort the air around him.
Cloaked in dark robes that seemed to absorb all light, Seraphis's command over the void was unmatched, making him both feared and respected.
Izora of the Covenant of Elivrisha followed, her lithe form wrapped in a flowing dress of midnight blue, adorned with silver sigils.
Her beauty was deceptive, for she wielded devastating illusion magic and had an intellect that could outmaneuver the sharpest minds.
Then came King Zyrov Blaca, the ruler of Eizenwall kingdom and leader of the Vyzor Cabal. Known for his ruthless tactics and unmatched strength, Zyrov was a figure of immense power and influence.
His presence commanded respect, his armor adorned with the spoils of countless battles.
The name Zyrov Blaca was an anagram of his legion, carefully chosen to conceal his connection to the demon.
Finally, Nihilus of The Stygian, a mysterious and reclusive figure, emerged from the shadows.
Draped in tattered robes, his face hidden beneath a deep hood, Nihilus commanded the dark arts of arcane manipulation and elemental control, his knowledge of forbidden powers second to none.
Rhys stood at the head of the chamber, commanding the respect and attention of all present.
His rise to power had been fraught with peril and conflict, but his possession of the Eldorian sword, a weapon of legendary power, solidified his position at the apex of their society.
His eyes, hardened by his journey, scanned the assembled leaders, each representing a crucial part of the demonic hierarchy.
He began, his voice a powerful blend of authority and conviction.
"Leaders of the Demon Leagues, I have summoned you here because the time for our ascension is nigh."
"We have lingered in the shadows of this world for too long. With the Eldorian sword in our grasp, we can strike fear into the hearts of our enemies and take what is rightfully ours."
