Vaelstron, the formidable demon warrior, stood victorious on the battlefield. His menacing laughter echoed through the desolation as he gazed triumphantly at the fallen forms of Lian Yaoshi, Liu Yong, and Selene. Their futile attempts to challenge him had ended in defeat.
His obsidian-black body radiated an eerie presence as he relished the chaos he had sown. But amidst the smoldering ruins, something unexpected transpired. His laughter gradually faded, replaced by a sense of unease.
"I guess it's time to clean up the trash," Vaelstron muttered, his cold, crimson eyes narrowing as he raised his Inferno Cleavers, ready to deal the final blow.
Just as he prepared to strike, an unanticipated force disrupted the tension. A sudden gust of wind, gentle yet powerful, swept through the battlefield. It was as if the very air had come to life, and Vaelstron's senses tingled with alarm.
