After using the portal to reach the Stormville Mountain range, Michael slowly marched toward the giant warship hovering in the air, Nithroel's formidable vessel. She was standing atop a mountain peak, overlooking the stormy expanse of the range. The storm was raging, and the wind howled fiercely, yet there was no rain, a testament to Rainar's death, another kill credited to Michael.
As he walked toward her with his demon army marching behind him, the elves who had set up a perimeter to protect their empress froze. They quickly stepped forward, trying to hide their confusion and fear.
"Don't move!" one of the elves shouted, his voice tinged with uncertainty as he eyed the approaching demons.
"What the fuck are those things?" another elf muttered under his breath, his eyes wide with shock.
"I thought demons were just myths," whispered an older elf, trying to recall ancient texts that described beings like these.
