The emerald rift yawned open, spewing forth legions of demons that poured onto the battlefield like an unstoppable tide—a formidable, mass of claws, teeth, and muscle that surged forward with incredible speed. The air crackled with their power, a tangible wave that threatened to snuff out Xal'dar's forces. Leading this army was none other than Zariel, the demon lord.
At their forefront, Zariel stood tall, his demon form clad in imposing obsidian armour that seemed to devour the light around him. The armour was a masterpiece of demon craftsmanship, a testament to both brutal efficiency and impressive artistry. Emerald fire etched into the armour's surface, casting an ethereal green glow across the surrounding shadows, painting the battlefield with an otherworldly luminescence. The armour's design was a masterful blend of intimidation and elegance.