Stabbed
Aurelia landed on the precipice of the Obsidian Gate, her silver scales shimmering like moonlight against the infernal glow emanating from within. The stench of brimstone and burnt flesh hung heavy in the air, a testament to the carnage she'd carved through the demonic ranks to reach this threshold. Her emerald eyes, ablaze with defiance, scanned the chamber beyond, searching for their quarry.
The gate, a swirling vortex of obsidian shards, pulsed with malevolent energy. A cacophony of screeching demons and crackling energy erupted from within, a chilling symphony of the serpent's machinations. Aurelia, wings poised like blades, felt a tremor of apprehension, but it was quickly swallowed by the fire in her veins.