The battlefield on Mount Meru fell into an eerie silence as Kent now held the demon prince throat high in the air.
Kent's golden mane crackled with energy, and his claws, stained with blood, gripped the prince's throat. The once-boastful prince now crumbled in agony, his face contorted in terror.
The demons below, who had roared with confidence moments before, froze. Their eyes widened as they watched their leader dangle helplessly in Kent's iron grip. Fear rippled through their ranks as the air filled with the prince's tortured cries.
"Put our prince down!" one of the demon elders bellowed, his voice trembling with forced authority. "You cannot harm the prince of the Nether Realms! Release him now, mortal, or face the wrath of our entire race!"
Another elder stepped forward, attempting to rally the troops. "Attack him! Overwhelm him with your numbers!"
