We reached him.
Forty feet of throne room, fighting through eighty demons and losing two more coalition hunters in the process, but we reached him.
Veyrith stood from the throne as we approached, and his power manifested fully.
I'd seen Azryth's power. Seen him burn through dozens of enforcers, seen him shield entire coalition teams, seen him go full demon lord during the worst fights. I thought I understood what a demon lord at full strength looked like.
I was wrong.
Veyrith's power was massive, terrifying in a way that made my warden instincts scream to run. Shadows manifested around him like living things, reality warping just from his presence. The obsidian floor cracked beneath his feet, frost spreading outward in perfect geometric patterns.
"Finally," he said, looking at Azryth with something that might have been genuine pleasure. "I've been waiting five hundred years for this."
