BOOOOOM!
The three Imperial warships fired almost simultaneously. Enormous projectiles erupted from their enchanted cannons, tearing through the air towards Asmodeus. However, something about their mana seemed different. Each projectile carried a familiar golden energy, causing his expression to darken considerably.
'Those damn divine enchantments again...'
Asmodeus immediately recognised their unusual magical signatures.
Rather than intercepting the attacks above Grigor, he spread his wings and accelerated seawards. The Imperial gunners followed his movements closely, adjusting their weapons towards his new position.
"Captain! The Demon Emperor is approaching!"
"Continue firing! Don't let him reach us!"
