The demonic zone

Lord Morok's dark aura surged around Arthur, coiling around him like an inky tendril.

"What's this?" Arthur thought, his eyes wary. "what's he up to?"

Suddenly, Arthur felt himself being transported to a different dimension.

As he arrived, he found himself standing on a barren rocky ground.

The land was cracked and charred, with rivers of molten lava snaking through the scorched earth.

Active volcanoes dotted the landscape, spewing forth ash and fire into the thick, oppressive air.

Looking up, Arthur noticed the sky was painted in hues of crimson and black.

"The air is heavy and suffocating," Arthur whispered under his breath. "I can hardly breathe well."

Arthur turned to Lord Morok who stood at a distance, watching him. "What is this place?" he asked, his voice hard.

Lord Morok chuckled wickedly, his voice was filled with sadistic pleasure.

"Welcome to my Demonic Zone, Arthur," he said, his eyes gleaming intently with evil. "In this realm, I reign supreme. Here, the very fabric
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