The air was thick with the scent of ozone and charred demon flesh as the princess of demons approached. Jade, with her barriers flickering like dying stars, stood defiantly, though I could see the fear beginning to seep into her eyes.
The battlefield was a vision of hell: twisted bodies, smoldering ash, and the relentless stench of burning flesh. My heart pounded in my chest, my muscles ached, but I couldn't let myself falter. Not now.
"Jade," the princess began, her voice a low growl that resonated through the battlefield, "you have dared to betray your queen and kin. For that, you shall know suffering beyond your darkest nightmares."
Jade sneered, her hands weaving complex sigils in the air. "I am not afraid of you, princess. My barriers are unbreakable."
