The demon marshals, their expressions hardened with resignation, stood frozen as an unexpected new presence emerged yet again before the others could respond to the elven king.
A second elf, clad in silver and deep blue robes embroidered with arcane symbols, descended from the sky with an effortless grace. Her long, platinum hair flowed in the air in a fluid motion like liquid, and her piercing azure eyes gleamed with light intensity. A cold, calculating air surrounded her, distinct from Cauldrus' composed authority.
The two demon marshals instinctively tensed, recognizing the shift in the air. Before either could react, the elven woman raised a single hand, a faint ripple of spreading through the atmosphere. The Larger demon sneered, scrunching his face.
"What is this?" he growled. "You think you can simply—" His words faltered.
