926 Returning the favor

The Holy Maiden's eyes blazed with righteous fury as she confronted Azazel, the demon who threatened the very fabric of their realm. "Your blood lust will consume whatever humanity you have left inside. You threaten this very realm by existing. I will stop you before you destroy us all," she declared, her voice ringing out like a battle cry.

But Azazel only laughed, his demonic grin sending chills down her spine. "You fools are only making things worse for yourselves," he sneered. "If the Dark Queen breaks through the barrier and reaches that monkey, lives will be spared. But by delaying her, you are making way for the Dark Lord. And when he arrives, the sea around us will turn crimson with the blood of your people."

The tension in the air was palpable as the two adversaries stood facing each other. The Holy Maiden's slender form was clad in icy armor that seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly power, while Azazel's dark wings spread wide as he towered over her.