Dahlia hovered just above the ground, wings spread wide, wind rolling around her body in tight, controlled currents.
She watched the four demons in front of her without a hint of fear.
Drazhul stood at the front, shoulders broad, demonic energy pouring out of him in heavy waves.
Behind him, Malreth wiped sweat from his forehead, greed and unease mixing on his face.
Xavira stood slightly to the side, calm and focused, while Velmor remained a few steps back, eyes cold and calculating.
"This is insane," Malreth muttered. "Four high nobles against one."
Dahlia smiled. "You're free to run."
Malreth scowled. "Don't joke about that."
Drazhul slammed his fist into his palm. "Enough talking. Surround her."
The four moved at once.
Drazhul charged straight in, footsteps cracking the street.
"[Demon Lord Rush]!"
He closed the distance instantly, swinging a massive fist aimed at Dahlia's head.
Dahlia flapped her wings once.
"[Wind Shift]!"
