Time seemed to slow for a heartbeat as the mysterious figure cut through the air with incredulous speed, and for a moment, the clash of steel and magic halted as the figure descended, even though only to him.
In that charged moment, the demon marshals' attention snapped away from the three leaders. They exchanged wary glances, their eyes narrowing as they tried to decipher the new threat. Even though it was a distance away, they could feel it clearly.
Lance, Ruzak, and Gorvak fought on despite the distraction, almost as though they hadn't felt the new arrival.
Their battle with the demon marshals was not yet over, each blow exchanged was a testament to their strength and resilience. Yet even as they parried and countered, it was clear that the enemy was as formidable as ever. The demon marshals' power had already proven to be nearly insurmountable, and their onslaught was now marked by devastating precision.
