Azraelion's wings flared, sending ripples capable of slicing asteroids into dust.
Dravul deflected one with a bone-spike from his back — the spike shattered, and pain rippled through him, but he did not break formation.
He launched upward.
Azraelion met him in mid-space, their clash sending fractal bursts of reality-blur outward.
Dravul roared:
"YOU FACE A DEMON OF TOMATO!"
Azraelion smiled with cold cruelty.
"And you... fool. You face extinction."
They tore into each other:
Dravul's spear struck Azraelion's chest, pushing him back half a kilometer.
Azraelion's sword cut through half of Dravul's void wolf, causing the beast to regenerate rapidly from void-light.
Bone spikes fired from Dravul's back like railgun projectiles.
Azraelion summoned a dozen flaming halos that spun like guillotines.
Behind them, the full angelic host slammed into the rest of the devil-breed formation.
Wings of black flame.
Screams of void creatures.
