Suddenly, the air became heavy as it seemed. A gravitational pressure, born from pure demonic mana, crushed the soldiers' lungs. Bathym, the Demonic Prince of Fear, descended from the bloody sky. His stature was colossal, exceeding four meters, and from his massive torso sprang four muscular arms, each ending in claws capable of easily tearing flesh.
" TAKE THE RETREAT!" shouted Sulyvhan.
"I will take care of him personally! Do not stay in my wake if you value your souls!"
The soldiers, accustomed to the Emperor's natural authority, did not hesitate. They retreated in good order, leaving Sulyvhan alone in the center. At his sides, the Archangel Loriel landed with infinite grace, her sapphire wings dispersing the fetid mist.
"You are quite presumptuous, Alexander ~" she murmured with a provocative smile, although her gaze remained fixed on the demon. "A mortal against a Demonic Prince? And you want to fight him alone without my help?"
