The demon core

The air quivered with tension, causing unease among the Devil King's army and Lance, who watched in awe as Arthur and Lord Azazel engaged in their fierce battle.

Lance's mouth hung open, his eyes widened in disbelief. "I... I can't keep up with their movements," he muttered, his voice filled with astonishment.

The sheer speed and precision of their strikes left him dumbfounded. It was unlike anything he had ever seen.

Aria, standing nearby, nodded in agreement. "So, this is the fight between a demon lord and Arthur."

On the mountain region in the distance, Arthur and Lord Azazel continued their relentless clash.

Their swords clashed with a metallic symphony, creating a chorus of ringing steel that echoed through the battlefield.

Explosions erupted each time their blades connected, sending shockwaves rippling through the air.

Amidst the chaotic symphony of battle, Lords Azazel grunted as he parried a particularly powerful blow from Arthur. "Is that all you've got? I expected more
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