The thirty Devils, their inverted eyes glowing with chaotic energy, stood in a loose semicircle around Moranda. Their smug chuckles echoed through the chamber, bouncing off the walls with a sinister resonance. Each bore a unique aura, their chaos magic crackling in a kaleidoscope of dark hues around them.
"You may have been given authority over us once, Moranda," one of them, a tall, gaunt Devil named Varex, sneered, his voice dripping with condescension. "But we were all born of the same power. You are no better than us, and you stand alone. Thirty against one—do you really think you can win?"
Another, a shorter Devil with bulging veins and jagged claws named Rynak, laughed cruelly. "Why don't you give up now? Save yourself the humiliation. Or better yet, join us. We could use a traitor like you."
