Andrew's eyes narrowed as he scanned the distance over the barren desert. The dark streak closed in towards them rapidly, revealing a massive, winged demon with blistered, blemished skin.
It was a plague demon, likely a rank-four commander-level entity. Its eyes glowed with malice as it stopped midair, hovering some distance away and regarding them with a sinister gaze.
Gideon stepped forward, his aura flaring with fiery energy. "It's a rank-four existence," he confirmed, his voice steady. "I'll take it on. Be careful of its pathogens." He then turned to Princess Isabella. "You're in command now."
Princess Isabella nodded, acknowledging the responsibility with a determined expression.
