In another part of the world, amid the tens of thousands of the Undead army, a figure hovers above the army of the undead, casting a long shadow over the barren wasteland.
It is a demon, with dark wings that stretch out behind him like a cloak of shadows.
Additionally, the wings are long and sleek, and they seem to ripple like black silk with every movement.
The demon's eyes are deep and piercing, a yellowish-red color that glows with an inner fire. They survey the battlefield with a cold and calculating gaze, taking in every detail with a keen sense of awareness.
Besides, his skin was black as coal, with jagged lines etched across his face and body.
He stands tall, with broad shoulders and a muscular build that exudes power and strength.
Subsequently, his hair was long and wild, black as midnight, and it dances in the wind that stirs the battlefield.
Besides, the demon was a fearsome sight to behold, and yet, there is something undeniably alluring about him.
