Further still, her senses brushed against three distinct, immensely powerful existences high above the fray – beings no less formidable than she was in her prime. They, too, noticed her probing presence. There was no direct confrontation, no clash of wills, only a cautious mutual withdrawal. Vorenxa pulled back, knowing her current fractured state made any engagement suicidal, and sensing that her adversaries were equally wary of facing a Sixth-Tier Archdemon, even a wounded one.
With her weakened state a critical vulnerability, Vorenxa redirected her full attention to her demons. Aprofound shift was needed. Their long-standing modus operandi of vast, dispersed forces, each pursuing its own chaotic machinations, was no longer viable. They needed to work together, a concept almost alien to their inherently individualistic nature, especially when facing an elite army of such coordinated precision.
