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Тhe return of the Demon Lord 12, Part 200

The Demon Lord waved a clawed hand, and the air beside him shimmered and warped. A portal yawned open, its edges crackling with dark energy. Through the swirling vortex, the witches could glimpse fleeting images of strange and distant realms - windswept deserts, fog-shrouded mountains, cities of gleaming spires and smoke-belching factories.

"The first of the relics, the Orb of Celestial Fire, lies hidden within the heart of an active volcano on the Elemental Plane of Fire," the demon intoned, his voice reverberating with arcane power. "The volcanic fortress is guarded by the fearsome Magma Giants, beings of living rock and searing heat who have sworn to defend the Orb against all intruders. The Orb of Celestial Fire was forged in the heart of a dying star by the great smith-god Vulcan himself. It burns with the primal essence of creation, a shard of the divine spark that ignited the cosmos at the dawn of time."

The scene in the portal shifted, revealing a hellish landscape of bubbling lava pools, obsidian cliffs, and rivers of molten rock. At the center of the fiery wasteland rose a towering pinnacle of black stone, its peak wreathed in billowing clouds of ash and smoke. The volcano fortress of the Magma Giants.

"The second relic, the Scepter of Frozen Starlight, is sealed within an ancient glacier on the Elemental Plane of Water," the demon continued. "The glacial caverns are haunted by the spectral Frost Wraiths, the restless souls of those who perished in the icy depths. They will stop at nothing to prevent the Scepter from falling into mortal hands."

The portal rippled and changed once more, displaying a vista of shimmering ice caves and frozen waterfalls. Eerie, luminous shapes drifted through the air - the ghostly forms of the Frost Wraiths, their eyes glowing with an unearthly blue light.

The vision changed again.

"In the realm of the Silver City, where the celestial winds blow and the streets are paved with the dreams of the righteous, there lies the Crown of Astral Domination. Sought by many, touched by none, it rests within a cathedral of living crystal, guarded by the Archangel Lucentia, she who wields the Blade of Unending Day."

The Maleficent's eyes glittered with avarice as she drank in his words, her mind already racing with dark schemes and stratagems. The Demon Lord continued, his  voice rising in pitch and fervor.

"Across the gulfs of space and time, in a realm of shifting sands and shimmering mirages, lies the world of the Djinn. There, within the Palace of a Thousand Illusions, rests  the Chalice of Eternal Life, a wellspring of regenerative power  , held fast by the Ifrit Lord Zahr'azad. Only one who can navigate the treacherous paths of the Endless Desert, and best the Ifrit Lord in a game of riddles and wits, can win this priceless artifact."

"What are the other artifacts, "Gnash asked him impatiently.

He closed his eyes, his brow furrowing in concentration as he reached out with his dark senses, tracing the gossamer strands of fate that connected him to the scattered fragments of his divine birthright. " The Tome of Arcane Mastery, holding the secrets of magic long forgotten. The Blade of Shadowless Light, forged in the heart of a dying sun, capable of cleaving the very fabric of reality."

The demon's voice grew stronger, suffused with a dark, avaricious hunger as he named each relic in turn. "Glass of Lunar Tears, said to have been crafted from the very essence of the moon goddess herself. It brims with the power of transformation, of the ebb and flow that governs all life and death, creation and destruction." The Lyre of Harmonic Resonance, its music a key to the fundamental frequencies of the multiverse. And the Mirror of Shattered Souls, a gateway to the myriad fractured realms of the psyche." 

" Can you tell us where to find them?" asked again Gnash.

The Demon Lord's eyes blazed with malevolent triumph as he revealed the locations of the remaining relics. Their quest would take them to the farthest reaches of the known planes and beyond, into the realms of myth and legend.