As the nobles approached, Coral's blood-red eyes snapped open, locking onto them. He let out a guttural snarl, his sharp teeth bared. The force of his rage was almost tangible, even from behind the enchanted barrier.
One of the younger nobles stumbled back, nearly falling. "It's...it's real," they stammered.
Coral, sensing their fear, lunged at the bars. The spells flared brightly, halting his movement and sending a jolt of energy through him. He growled in frustration, his voice a low, guttural threat.
"Sniveling cowards," he spat, his demonic voice echoing in the chamber. "You think you're safe behind those walls? You think he," he snarled, jerking his head toward Fenrir, "can protect you?"
One of the older nobles stepped forward, their expression hardening as they faced Coral. "You... You're the one who brought this city to its knees," they said, their voice shaking but resolute. "And now you're nothing more than a caged beast."