The air around Shir grew heavier as his terrifying presence spread through the sky.
The battlefield below seemed to freeze for a moment as warriors from both sides sensed his arrival.
Far away, the four Demon Earls noticed what was happening. Their expressions turned serious as they immediately abandoned their formation and flew toward Shir.
However, they stopped at a safe distance, carefully observing the situation. Even though they were powerful, they knew that Shir was no easy opponent.
Sifrona struggled against his grip, her flames flaring wildly around her. But Shir only tightened his hold, his smile cold and merciless.
Shir's gaze shifted toward the four Demon Earls floating at a distance—Furfur, Malthus, Raum, and Bifrons. His eyes narrowed, and a cold, mocking smile appeared on his face.
"You're all just going to stand there?" he said casually, his voice carrying over the howling wind and raging battlefield. "How boring."