Claiming Victory

From the shadows, a new wave of creatures emerged—taller, more grotesque, their eyes burning with a malevolent intelligence. These were no mere foot soldiers; they were their commanders, the elite of the enemy forces.

One of them—a towering figure with skin like molten lava—stepped forward. Its voice was a deep, guttural growl that resonated throughout the courtyard.

"You think you can stop us? You are nothing but insects, scurrying beneath our feet."

Dahlia tightened her grip on her halberd, her eyes narrowing defiantly.

"We'll see about that."

The molten demon roared and charged, its massive fists slamming into the ground with enough force to crack the stone. Dahlia leaped aside, her halberd slicing through the air to strike the creature's arm. The blade bit deep, yet the demon barely flinched.