As the battle raged on, the scales tipped in favor of the defenders. The first batch of a hundred Mammon's Hell Guard met their demise on the bridge, their once-arrogant advance halted by the united front of paladins and soldiers in hulking power armor. However, the relentless demonic forces showed no signs of yielding, as reinforcements of Hell Guard poured in.
The defenders, though holding their ground with commendable resilience, faced an escalating challenge as more Hell Guard joined the fray. The battlefield became a chaotic tableau of clashing blades, gunfire, and divine energy.
Suddenly, a shift in the atmosphere signaled a new and ominous presence. Mammon's Archfiend emerged on the scene, a towering figure adorned in a golden suit. His wings, red as blood, dripped with opulent gold and jewelry. In his hand, a sword gleamed with the same excessive ornamentation.
