True Form

Breathing heavily, Esmeray looked around everyone, her eyes blazing with hatred. She gripped her sword tightly, her voice cold and filled with menace. "You all must die," she declared, her words cutting through the air like a knife. "You all must suffer in hell."

All the demons present their shivered in fear as no one could dare fight against their powerful princess. They could only imagine themselves accompanying Tharzimon in the hell.

Suddenly, the ground shook violently once more, accompanied by powerful vibrations in the wind. Everyone looked around in shock and fear, unsure of what was happening now.

All eyes turned to the opening of the valley behind Esmeray. A majestic gold dragon emerged, its vast wings stirring the air with powerful beats, creating a storm with each movement. The dragon's body was covered in brilliant gold scales that gleamed even in the dim, cloud-covered surroundings.