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The woman's brow arched, a clear expression of surprise etched on her delicate features. She had seen him, sensed his presence, his gaze piercing the distance. The sight of her, the unexpected encounter, sent a jolt through his demonic form, a strange mix of recognition and raw, primal hunger.

His demonic form, no longer content to stand amidst the ruins of the battle, surged with renewed purpose. The ground beneath his feet, the remnants of the dragon beast's body, liquified into a grotesque paste of meat and blood, sinking into the ice. He launched himself into the sky, his demonic form propelling him upwards with explosive force, leaving a trail of dark, swirling energy in his wake.