As they materialized inside a ruined throne room, the once-grand pillars and arches now crumbling and overgrown with dark vines.
Maya and Ayami were taken aback by the unexpectedness of the situation. Despite the shock, they remained cautious, standing side by side with their senses heightened.
"Seems like we got teleported somewhere again," Maya said, scanning the room with a wary eye.
"Look ahead," Ayami gestured toward a knight standing in front of them, clad in black armor.
Its cape was adorned with fluff around the shoulders, and its fancier helmet marked it as a high-status soldier amongst its ranks.
The Demonic Knight stood silently beside the broken throne, holding a broadsword in a dignified manner, as if awaiting someone.
Its eyes glowed like dark flames flickering in a sinister way, yet its presence exuded an air of both menace and dignity.
"This knight looks formidable," Maya said, utilizing her light magic to form a protective barrier around them.
