There was no army, minions, guardians, or whatever guarding the castle.
It was just one enemy sitting in the throne room.
The thing waiting for them was hard to look at. It had the head of a goat, huge with horns that curled up like twisted tree branches. Its body was weird, too, part human, part animal.
As it rose from the throne, behind it, dark, bat-like wings stretched out. On its head, the pentagram glowed.
At one glance, it looked like a demon with a layer of demonic energy enveloping his body, but Azzy could feel divinity running rampant in its body simultaneously.
Baphomet didn't even bother engaging in a conversation with the intruders and directly charged at them. Or more specifically, at Thalorim.
*Cling*
His claws were blocked by the Seraphis' saber, stunning Thalorim for a moment in surprise.
*zzzz*
