Clash of Powers         

"The Demon Lord?!" Infernal's laughter echoed throughout the volcanic landscape, reverberating in every corner. 

His booming laughter subsided, and Infernal's expression suddenly turned serious as he sneered, "The Demon Lord is dead! And you, weaklings, will be next!"

The volcanic battleground trembled beneath the intensified clash of elemental forces. 

Infernal loomed large and formidable, a swirling mass of molten armor that encased his demonic form. The air crackled with the surge of his unleashed power, as if the very essence of the abyss itself flowed through his veins.

Elena gracefully maneuvered through the chaos with the agility that marked her elven heritage. She unleashed a volley of arrows, each arrow imbued with the essence of nature itself. 

However, the molten armor surrounding Infernal absorbed the projectiles, leaving him unscathed.