The man in question was First Prince Alzureth, Demon King Delikan's first son. Unlike Emily and the other demons, he seemed to be suspended in the air without any wings on his back.
Upon laying his blue dragonic eyes on Alzureth, Yandol couldn't help but shiver at the mere sight of him. "I don't understand; he's just standing there, yet I feel like if I move an inch, my life would be forfeit," Yandol mused. He had come to the realization that the opponent flying before him was no simple adversary but rather one that needed to be approached with extreme caution.
"Seems you all are having your work cut out for you," Alzureth spoke in a calm yet commanding tone, gesturing inquisitively and narrowing his gaze at the battle-ruined city.
His words were directed at the demons who stopped fighting immediately to bow at him. A mixture of fear and respect could be found on their faces.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation! ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ