The battlefield seemed to freeze for a moment as the half-demon, half-dragon woman surveyed us with a predatory smile. Her wings, dark and leathery, stretched out behind her, casting a shadow over the ground. The tension in the air was palpable, and I could feel the fear and uncertainty radiating from our soldiers.
Seraphine stepped forward, her eyes locked onto the imposing figure before us. Her determination was unwavering, and I could see the resolve in her stance. "I'll handle this," she said firmly, her voice cutting through the tension like a knife.
The woman laughed, a low, menacing sound that sent shivers down my spine. "You think you can take me on, little demon princess? You'll regret that decision."
