In a mirroring display of defiance, a wave of steely blades flashed from the ranks of the demons, their gleaming edges reflecting their distorted faces. A collective roar erupted from their throats, a guttural symphony of bloodlust that echoed through the grand hall.
With a deafening crash, the demons surged forward, their weapons raised high, their eyes burning with a feral intensity. They clashed with the Crown Prince's group, their movements a whirlwind of steel and fury, transforming the grand hall into a battlefield of clashing blades and battle roars.
Amidst the chaos, a certain group of demons, whose attention was fully occupied by their prisoners, dragged their captives towards the exit. The young heavenly creatures' screams and cries pierced the cacophony of battle, but like delicate petals caught in a raging storm, their voices were swept away by the tempestuous fury of the battle, lost amidst the harsh sounds of violence and destruction.
