The Werewolf Lord halted mid-motion; however, his crimson eyes snapped toward the center of the altar.
The Devil was also stopped, and just like the Werewolf lord, his burning eyes flickering faintly as he stared in the same direction as a figure materialized out of thin air.
White light shimmered, forming into the shape of a tall man dressed in black robes lined with gold.
Azzy looked completely unfazed by the devastation around him, with his hands folded behind his back.
"Hmm… let's put this away first."
With a tap on the floor, he turned into a blur and reappeared right between the two attacks and then stretched his arm widely before resuming the time.
All of a sudden, the spectators saw that both attacks struck something but didn't generate any explosion. Instead, they saw a single being floating in mid-air, strangely looking like Azrael before his demonic transformation.
