The defeated demon and his team stood in a tight cluster, their expressions a mixture of anger and disbelief. The leader, a tall demon named Kael with spiky black hair and a jagged scar across his cheek, stepped forward, his gaze locked on Esteria. "We apologize for our conduct," he grumbled, his voice laced with resentment. "But that was not a fair fight."
His teammates, a lanky demon named Jarek and a brooding female with crimson hair named Lira, nodded reluctantly, their pride wounded. The air crackled with tension as they delivered their apology, their disdain evident in the way they avoided eye contact with Esteria.
Lord Tarius, having observed their interactions with a discerning eye, nodded slowly. "Your defeat is a lesson, Kael. Let it serve you well." With that, the demon team turned on their heels, leaving the training ground in a huff, their shoulders tense and their pride thoroughly bruised.
