After unleashing havoc and mayhem upon the demon army—shattering their ranks, burning their formations, and scattering their cohesion like dust in a storm—Grand Marshal Anglius raised his gargantuan sword from the flaming earth. The crimson inferno reflected off his armor as his eyes locked on his true target.
In the distance loomed a High Legendary Demon, towering over the battlefield like a living mountain of obsidian and flame. Its body was a fortress of jagged black armor, each plate streaked with veins of molten lava that pulsed like a heartbeat. Vast, torn wings stretched across the storm-dark sky, their fire-eaten edges leaving burning trails.
The creature had been stunned by the power Anglius had unleashed, but the moment it felt the Marshal's piercing gaze, fury ignited in its core. With a roar that split the sky, the demon thundered forward, trampling lesser fiends beneath its colossal feet without hesitation.
Anglius met its charge head-on.
