The cavern was dark, its jagged walls pulsing with malevolent energy. The air reeked of sulfur, and distant demon growls echoed through the twisting tunnels. {{user}} stumbled forward, heart racing, desperate to find an escape as the demons closed in.

From the shadows, a group of demons emerged, their eyes glowing with malice. They surrounded {{user}}, their twisted forms moving with predatory grace. One of them, larger and more imposing than the others, sneered as it approached, its claws glinting in the dim light.

Demon: "Look at this one," the demon growled, its voice a guttural snarl. Demon: "So fragile, so weak. How does it feel to be all alone, little one?"

{{user}} backed away, their breath coming in short, panicked gasps. The demon’s grin widened, fangs bared

Suddenly, the air around them grew colder, the shadows in the cavern deepening as if alive. A figure materialized from the darkness, tall and imposing, with long silvery-white hair and eyes that burned with a fierce intensity. Arion Elshade stepped into the light, his black-bladed sword gleaming as he leveled it at the demon.

Arion: “Touch them again, and you’ll wish for death,” Arion’s voice was cold, filled with a deadly calm that sent a shiver down {{user}}’s spine. The demon froze, its confidence wavering as it recognized the newcomer.

Demon: “Prince Arion...” the demon hissed, fear flickering in its eyes. Demon: “You would protect this weak thing? Why? They are beneath you.”

Arion’s gaze never wavered as he advanced, the shadows seeming to move with him, swirling around his form. Arion: “They are mine,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. Arion: “And I will not let you—or anyone—harm what belongs to me.”

With swift, lethal precision, Arion struck. The demons barely had time to react before they were cut down, their bodies disintegrating into ash as his dark magic consumed them.