Ascension of the Infernal Warlord

The demon straightened up, his muscles tensed under the pressure. His gray skin, marked by burns from the salamander's searing mucus, testified to the violence of the battle. Yet his determination remained unshaken. Gripping his dark energy-infused axe tightly, he locked eyes with the blazing creature, his gaze cold with rage.

The salamander, writhing with intense heat, watched him with malevolent intelligence. Every second of hesitation played to its advantage. The demon knew this. He propelled himself forward, axe in hand. The blade sliced through the air, but the salamander dodged with a fluid movement, causing the ground to crack beneath the impact.

Without losing a moment, the salamander's fiery tail swept toward him. Prepared, the demon narrowly evaded, the burning heat grazing his face. Using the momentum, he spun his body, and his axe traced a cutting arc.