The heroes stood frozen for a moment, shaken by the sheer force Beelzebub radiated. His aura alone pressed against their bodies like a mountain. Still, none of them stepped back. They were humanity's final hope, the last shield standing between survival and extinction.
The blonde hero lifted his sword, golden light swirling around the blade.
"Demon King Beelzebub," he declared, "your evil ends here. After you fall, the entire demon race will follow!"
He charged, kicking up ash and dust. The elf knight dashed right behind him, her blade glowing a sharp forest green. Above them, the mage rose into the air using a levitation spell. She stretched out her hands. A massive purple magic circle expanded above the battlefield, glowing with dense mana as it pointed directly at Beelzebub.
The tank planted his shield firmly between Beelzebub and the mage, bracing for impact. The priest stood behind him, light already gathering around his hands. They knew how this worked.
