"Ooh~ woo~"
The mature figure wrapped in a plain shroud was extraordinarily tall. Including the billowing cloth, she stood over twenty meters high; even a balor looked like a cute, helpless child before her. When that towering figure landed on the plains of Azzagrat, the battling armies of Six-Fingers and the forces of Khorne and Slaanesh from the Chaos Domain all briefly froze.
The Son of Slaanesh, Prince Sigvald the Magnificent, had just split open a glabrezu's skull. The corpses of Slaaneshi daemons and Six-Fingers' demons had already piled into a small hill.
The army of Slaanesh had seized the initiative with its opening charge from the rear. At first, caught off guard and without Six-Fingers to direct them, the demons of Azzagrat had been stunned by the assault. Prince Sigvald had even charged toward Six-Fingers' great banner. Screaming as he drove straight ahead, the Son of Slaanesh proclaimed that he would execute every demon of the Abyss in Sune's name. As he approached Six-Fingers' main formation with his devoted legion, Prince Sigvald had already proudly declared that the day's victory belonged to Sune.
But everyone who popped the champagne at halftime ended up regretting it.
When Prince Sigvald actually reached the main formation beneath Graz'zt's banner, the thirteen legendary demon bodyguards swiftly dealt him a harsh wake-up call. They coordinated seamlessly and fought in good order, their endless spells and mutual covering maneuvers putting Prince Sigvald under pressure.
Unlike others who hacked and slashed wildly, Sigvald continued his customary leisurely stroll. He raised his silver sword to brow height, then thrust hard, piercing a glabrezu's shield and skull together. Before the others could react, his silver sword swept right and severed a second opponent's neck-a balor. A third opponent, a legendary molydeus, tried to seize the opportunity to stab