The air turned thick with the scent of brimstone and ash, a sure sign that the demonic presence was not just a small raiding party but an organized assault.
The demons, with their twisted forms and malevolent auras, seemed to emerge from the shadows themselves, flooding into the palace grounds with terrifying speed and coordination.
Roman's grip on Sylvia's hand tightened for a moment before he released her, stepping forward to place himself between the princess and the oncoming horde. "Get back to your room and bar the door. Use your magic if you need to. I'll hold them off here."
Sylvia shook her head, her expression determined. "I will not leave you to face them alone." Her hands began to glow with potent energy, ready to unleash her own formidable powers against the invaders.
