Monarchs' Descent

"What... what is he?" one of the Demon Lords muttered, his eyes wide with disbelief.

The generals were equally stunned, their eyes flickering between the boy and the demon lords. None of them could understand the power they were witnessing. It was beyond anything they'd expected.

The boy, however, remained unfazed. With a single motion, he pulled the elf girl out of the crafty demon's grasp. The demon let out a desperate gasp, but the red chains held him fast, rendering him powerless to resist.

"You... you can't do this!" the demon shrieked, his eyes filled with desperation. "Please, spare me! I'll—"

"You've caused enough trouble," the boy interrupted coldly, tightening the chains. "Now be silent."

The demon's cries were cut short, and the battlefield fell eerily quiet for a moment as both the Demon Lords and the generals tried to process what had just happened.

But the calm didn't last long.