"Don't worry about dying," Hila reassured them, his voice calm but resolute. "Now that there are only eight of us left here... the non-combatant demons remain safe in my hidden realm. If I were to fall, they would emerge... and that would mean their deaths as well."
A heavy silence settled over the group, the weight of Hila's words hanging heavy in the air. They all understood the gravity of the situation. This was a fight for their very existence, not just for themselves but for the entire demon race.
Dante, his usual arrogance tempered by a newfound respect for their opponents, spoke first. "We will fight to the last breath, Demon King," he declared, his voice resolute. "We will not let the humans desecrate our home."
Olivia, her eyes burning with a fierce determination, added, "I will summon legions of demons."
Hila nodded, his gaze unwavering. "Do what you must," he commanded, his voice filled with a quiet authority.
