Ralmas's body collided with the unforgiving, searing wall, eliciting a pained yelp. He quickly realized that Elara's beauty was not to be underestimated, and her power was far beyond what he had encountered before.
"Ah, so you've learned your lesson," Malphas chimed in, a hint of amusement in his voice.
Dazed and singed, Ralmas struggled to regain his composure.
Elara, still composed and serene, spoke in a voice that held a captivating allure. "I am Elara, the demon goddess. You must learn respect, for impertinence shall not be tolerated here."
Sizzling energy crackled around her as if the very air was infused with her presence. The wall against which Ralmas had been thrown seemed to pulse with an ominous energy, adding to his unease.
The entity's gaze fixed on Ralmas, her eyes a mesmerizing blend of colors that seemed to pull him into a trance.
"Now, shall you behave and show the proper reverence, or shall I teach you the hard way?" Her voice held a subtle threat, yet it was impossible for Ralmas to resist the enchantment woven into her words.
"C-Curse you! This beautiful harlot wishes to toy with me!" Ralmas shouted in sheer frustration, his arrogance now overpowered by bewilderment.
With a second flick of Elara's fingers, the dimension shifted dramatically, morphing into an elaborate battleground complete with towering pillars and an intricately patterned arena.
It was a striking transformation, a testament to Elara's power and her ability to command the very fabric of this otherworldly space.
Amidst the newly formed battleground, Elara remained seated gracefully on a throne that had materialized for her.
Her presence was truly captivating, and yet, she exuded an air of indifference.
She watched the unfolding spectacle with the composure of a queen, firmly establishing her identity and regal stature, with the authority to determine the course of this unusual contest.
"Hahaha. So, this is how it ends. Very well! I won't hold back. I shall shatter this feeble dimension. And after that..." Ralmas's eyes narrowed as he fixed a piercing gaze upon Elara, who remained unruffled by his insults, her visage devoid of emotion.
"I will defile a fledgling demon like you! Just watch as I defeat your creation and make you my servant, Elara!" Ralmas declared, his fiery determination surging as he ignited a blaze in his right hand.
As Ralmas's fiery hand blazed with a menacing intensity, the entire dimension quivered, responding to the impending battle about to erupt within its confines.
The ground beneath him seemed to shift, creating jagged spires of obsidian rock that jutted menacingly towards the sky.
In the face of Ralmas's fury, Elara remained poised and unyielding, a picture of ethereal beauty in her indifference.
Her mere presence seemed to assert her authority over the dimension, as though the very fabric of this realm recognized her as its master.
In the surreal battleground, Malphas remained resolute, an enigmatic figure amidst the tempest of impending conflict.
He stood unmoving, a dark sentinel, his onyx form a stark contrast to the fiery outbursts that surrounded him.
It was crucial to understand that demons had profound ties to their masters, and any battle among these infernal entities, particularly those who had forged agreements with humans, had repercussions that reverberated not only in the supernatural realm but also in the physical world.
In simpler terms, the outcome of the duel between Malphas and Ralmas could spell life or death for their respective human masters.
The consequences of defeat were not bound by the laws of science, often resulting in inexplicable tragedies.
Sensing the immense potential that Elara held, Malphas had proclaimed himself as her most devoted servant.
Once this vow of loyalty resounded, Malphas was prepared to battle on behalf of Elara, even though Viktor had not yet fully embraced Malphas for the formal pact he was meant to be.
Ralmas, a malevolent streak of darkness surging like a hurricane, hurled himself at Malphas with the speed and force of an inferno, his fists charged with unchecked rage, aimed to unleash havoc upon his adversary.
The imminent collision between these supernatural titans sent shockwaves through the very essence of the dimension.
However, Malphas, the embodiment of eerie composure, stood as an unyielding monolith. With a subtle and almost graceful tilt of his neck, he effortlessly sidestepped Ralmas's ferocious attack, leaving his enemy to strike nothing but empty air.
"Is this the extent of prowess from a demon of your stature? Was your earlier arrogance but a shroud to conceal the frailties that afflict your very being?" Malphas taunted with an air of chilling certitude.
Ralmas, not one to back down, responded to Malphas's provocation with a show of power. He raised his hands, summoning a multitude of fireballs.
These spheres of intense, scorching flames circled menacingly above his head. With a swift, forceful gesture, he hurled them toward Malphas, each fireball trailing a fiery tail in its path.
However, Malphas, the cunning demon, displayed remarkable grace under pressure. He exuded an air of eerie calmness as he evaded Ralmas's fiery onslaught.
Malphas employed a unique ability, his feet secreting a crimson, blood-like membrane that allowed him to cling to the arena's walls.
With this unusual adaptation, he skillfully maneuvered to the side, narrowly avoiding the blazing projectiles.
Amidst this supernatural clash, Ralmas taunted, "Is that all you've got, Malphas? Your dodging won't save you for long!"
Malphas replied with a chilling smile, "Oh, I'm just getting started, my friend." His voice, dripping with dark allure, held a promise of things far more sinister to come.
The audience, composed of a multitude of otherworldly entities, watched in awe as this spectacle unfolded.
The exhibition of supernatural power and agility between the two demons continued, each move a calculated display of finesse and precision.
The very essence of their existence seemed woven into the fabric of this intense confrontation.
Ralmas, not one to be easily discouraged, conjured an even larger, swirling inferno of flames above his head. His laughter was more malicious now. "Let's see you dodge this!"