Fighting Lord Azazel

Lance and his companions stood outside the city gates.

They formed a line, shoulder to shoulder, ready to face the Devil King's army.

On the other side of the battlefield, the Devil King's army stretched out, a massive horde of darkness and malevolence.

Lord Azazel and Lady Lyra exchanged glances, their attention drawn to Lance and his companions.

Lord Azazel's eyes roved over Lance, his expression unimpressed by his appearance.

Leaning closer to Lady Lyra, Lord Azazel whispered with a hint of disappointment, "He looks weak. I expected more."

Lady Lyra glanced at Lord Azazel, her voice calm but firm. "That's because he was beaten by Arthur. What do you expect?"

Lord Azazel turned his gaze towards Lance, his fiery eyes locked onto him.

With a voice that carried a mixture of arrogance and challenge, he demanded, "I am Lord Azazel, a demon lord and general of the Devil King's army. We have come for Arthur. Bring him to us, Lance."

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