The aftermath of the climactic battle with Zarathos brought a serene silence over the battlefield, a stark contrast to the chaos that had just ensued. The air, once thick with the acrid scent of burning flesh and ozone, now seemed to hold a breath of relief, as if the very world sighed in respite.
Azarath and Seraphina, their forms glowing with an inner light, turned towards their daughter, Meiza. Her once half-demon aura now fully reflected the full power and heritage of her parents. Azarath's eyes shone with pride as he approached her, his expression softening. Seraphina followed, her wings folding gently behind her, her eyes reflecting the same pride and love.
Azarath opened his arms and pulled Meiza into a tight embrace. "My daughter," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "You have grown into your full power. You are truly a demon of great strength and heart. I am so proud of you."