In the world of Paxana, two continents stood apart, each a realm of its own. The western hemisphere, known as Miravia, was a land of human civilization. 

Verdant fields, bustling cities, and majestic castles dotted its landscape, all under the rule of a king who had kept the demon threat at bay for twenty five years. 

His people revered him for the peace he had secured and the safety he promised.

To the east lay Naverra, a realm of demons governed by The Infernal Ten. 

These ten demon lords each ruled a piece of the chaotic landscape, their dominions ranging from molten lava pits to dense, shadowy forests. 

The demons were notorious for their mischief and malevolence, making the task of maintaining order a constant struggle for their rulers.

The long-standing animosity between the humans and demons kept them divided, their interactions limited to occasional skirmishes. 

But Paxana was about to face a threat unlike any it had ever known.

One fateful day, the skies over both continents darkened as immense spaceships descended, their dark silhouettes casting ominous shadows. 

A voice, cold and detached, boomed across the world.

"Greetings, subjects of Paxana. We are the Voidkin, and we have come to take this whole planet as our home. So pardon us, but you must die now."

The Voidkin’s arrival heralded a period of unprecedented destruction. Their advanced weaponry and ruthless tactics swept across both continents, leaving devastation in their wake. 

Cities were reduced to rubble, and both demons and humans fell before the relentless onslaught.

As the Voidkin's assault continued unabated, the demon lords, desperate to survive, reached out to their ancient enemies. 

They proposed an alliance with the human king to create a united front against the Voidkin's invasion. The human king, although wise, was hesitant. 

His council of nobles—greedy and distrustful—warned that allying with demons might corrupt their forces and undermine their very humanity.

The king was on the verge of rejecting the proposal when his son, Prince Leo, intervened. 

At 27, Leo was a striking figure with shoulder length golden hair that seemed to shimmer with its own light and eyes of the brightest red, reflecting both his nobility and his fiery spirit. 

He had fought on the front lines, leading his soldiers in the grueling battle against the Voidkin. His experiences had shown him that they needed every possible ally.

"Father," Leo urged, his voice firm yet laced with urgency, "we cannot afford to be divided. The Voidkin care not for our differences. They seek only to destroy. We must stand together, or we will be annihilated."

Seeing the resolute determination in his son's eyes, the king reluctantly agreed. 

The message was sent, and soon, ships of demons arrived in Silverton, the port city where the fiercest battles had raged. 

The demons disembarked, their presence eliciting a mixture of awe and suspicion from the human populace.

Prince Leo greeted General Auriella, the demon general leading the contingent. 

Auriella, with her ethereal beauty and otherworldly presence, was a striking figure. 

Her light blue skin seemed to glow faintly under the sun, and her long blue hair, tied in a high ponytail, shimmered almost silver against the light. Her pale blue eyes held a fierce resolve.

Leo, trying to project warmth despite the tension, extended his hand. 

"Welcome to Silverton, General Auriella. I trust our alliance will be beneficial for both our peoples."

Auriella’s gaze shifted to his outstretched hand, her expression guarded. "We are here to fight a common enemy, nothing more. Do not mistake this for a gesture of friendship."

Undeterred, Leo persisted. "In Miravia, it's customary to seal an agreement with a handshake."

Auriella’s eyes narrowed, her impatience evident. "Customs are irrelevant in times of war."

As Leo moved to clasp her hand, Auriella reacted with swift precision. 

Her sword was drawn in a flash, its blade gleaming ominously as it pressed against his throat. A thin line of blood appeared, making Leo flinch slightly but remain composed.

"You may be a prince," Auriella said coolly, "but you are not my prince. Do not presume to touch me."

Leo, unfazed by the threat, offered a wry smile. "I apologize, General. My intentions were only to extend a gesture of goodwill."

Auriella, despite herself, was taken aback by his calm demeanor. After a moment of hesitation, she reluctantly took his hand. 

The moment their hands met, a strange, tingling sensation passed between them, causing Auriella to pull away instinctively. Leo, however, looked at his hand with a faint smile, a touch of wonder in his eyes.

"Now that we’ve established our alliance," Leo said, attempting to lighten the mood, "allow me to show you to your barracks."

The walk through Silverton was fraught with tension. Human soldiers and citizens cast hostile glares at the demons, who met their gazes with equal hostility. 

Yet, as they reached the barracks, Auriella was taken aback by the quality of their accommodations. 

The barracks were equipped with the finest weapons and supplies—gleaming swords, beautifully adorned staves with the largest mana crystals, and bows with arrows ready to be nocked.

"This is quite impressive," Auriella remarked, her eyes lingering on the well-maintained equipment.

Leo offered a smile, though it was tinged with exhaustion. "We spared no effort. We are in this together."

As Auriella and her soldiers began to test the weapons on the straw dummies set up for practice, the sound of urgent hoofbeats interrupted them. 

A human soldier burst into the barracks, clutching a letter tightly. He handed it to Leo before collapsing from exhaustion.

"Get a doctor!" Leo commanded, his voice laced with urgency. The medics rushed to tend to the injured soldier, while Leo unfolded the letter. 

As he read, his face fell, the color draining from it. Without a word, he tossed the letter into the nearest fire.

Auriella, noticing the prince’s sudden shift in demeanor, approached. "What’s happened?"

Leo’s voice was grave as he turned to address the gathered soldiers and demons. "We need to mobilize immediately. The Voidkin are attacking the capital."

The demons, their initial reluctance forgotten, quickly prepared for the march. Their earlier skepticism was overshadowed by the immediate threat. 

As they set out for the human capital of Bastion, Prince Leo and General Auriella exchanged a final, solemn glance. 

Their uneasy alliance, forged under the specter of a common enemy, was about to be put to the ultimate test.