Annabelle began casting another spell, her hands weaving intricate patterns in the air as energy gathered around her.
Her previous spell had been easily defended by Azazel, the flames dissipating harmlessly against his barrier.
"My turn," the Demon Lord informed the group, his voice smooth and ominous.
He pointed his hands toward the sky, fingers splayed wide.
"Ultimate ability. Moonlight Resonance," Azazel called out gently, his tone almost casual as he directed his fingers upward.
Greg stared at Azazel, a sharp sense of unease creeping through him.
He got a bad vibe from the Demon Lord's actions, an instinctive warning that prickled at the back of his neck.
He felt genuine danger from Azazel's impending attack, prompting him to grip his sword tightly.
His knuckles whitened around Heaven Defier's hilt as he took things seriously for the first time.
