Sorry we're late

The atmosphere around the Demon King's stronghold was electric, a palpable tension that crackled in the air. As Aurelia and I prepared to charge into the fray, I could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on my shoulders. This was it the final confrontation. The battle that would decide everything.

Riley and Seraphine were already locked in a brutal dance with the Demon King, their swords clashing with his in a flurry of sparks. The ground beneath them was scorched from Seraphine's flames, the air thick with the scent of burning metal and sulphur.

Despite their best efforts, it was clear they were being pushed to their limits. The Demon King was not just a formidable foe; he was an overwhelming force of darkness, every move precise and deadly, as if he were a harbinger of despair itself.

"We can't let them fight him alone," Aurelia muttered, her voice tight with determination.