Kyle indifferently watched the brutal storm and fury of violence as time slipped by.
He could see clearly that neither of the two fighting in front of him spared any effort to tear the other to pieces—Nathaniel's every strike driven by the intent to erase Azazeal's existence completely, while Azazeal fought with cruelty, each blow meant to torment and make his opponent writhe in agony.
He floated above the overwhelming chaos like a distant spectator, untouched by the turmoil below—power that transcended the very fabric of reality raging beneath him—never intervening, only watching in silence.
An entire week passed, yet the two men continued to clash as if their energy were inexhaustible, their fury unyielding. Well, that was only to be expected, for they both stood at the pinnacle of the Celestial rank—a power unmatched since the fall of the first three Celestials—just like him.
