Azarath's smirk deepened as he tilted his head, studying her with a mix of curiosity and disdain. "No answer? I suppose silence truly is your greatest weapon." He gave a soft, mocking laugh. "Perhaps you really are mute after all. How quaint."
Despite his mockery, Iris's gaze never wavered. She simply held her ground, her presence radiating quiet but undeniable strength. It was clear to everyone on the battlefield that she was not someone who could be so easily underestimated.
The other Monarchs took note of the exchange, and even the Demon Lords, who had once seemed so confident, now shifted uneasily seeing the protective barrier of Iris's magic. The tides of the battle had not yet turned, but the balance of power was slowly shifting.
