Suddenly, another aura with a deadly presence rose from the capital.
Azraël suddenly turned around and saw Azraüs, fully powered up. His gaze was burning with light blue flames. His aura rose thirty meters into the air like a blazing flame that wanted to burn everything, moving wildly in every direction. It was black, a bluish black. A dead blue that refused to go out and a violent black that wanted nothing but to expand.
Suddenly, in a very unpleasant flash, the image of a warrior resurfaced in Azraël's mind.
He had already seen him once before when he had fought his father. A warrior who gave off a terrifying presence that seemed to crush people with his presence alone.
It was too powerful for a single man, he was certain. Whether it was his brother or his father, neither of them possessed such an overwhelming aura.
Azraël knew that this was on the level of an entity...
The warrior's eyes fell upon Azraël, who immediately felt an immense headache.
The pressure exerted by his gaze was simply insane, to such an extent that he couldn't lift his head. He felt crushed like a mere insect, unable to move a single muscle.
Then the warrior simply disappeared, his aura disappearing with him, as if nothing had happened.
Azraël struggled to get back up, handling this sudden appearance of something on a completely different level very poorly.
It was too much in one day, but the real problem wasn't even really there.
On one side, Nathanaël and his luminous aura fueled by Omrir, on the other, Azraüs fueled by the flames of Aerothene, the Warrior.
Everything was happening exactly as the book said. Two monstrous auras that Azraël couldn't handle without giving his very best. He would have to surpass himself as well to win.
However, he was seized by an enormous rage. An anger that he absolutely wanted to unleash.
He didn't want to lose.
No, he wasn't going to lose.
There was no way he was going to lose!
No way!
He shouted:
"Come at me, monsters!!!"
And that was exactly what they did the very same second.
Two tiny blue magic circles manifested in front of Azraël's pupils. Thanks to them, he could easily read their trajectories, as if a line predicting their actions was being drawn right in front of him.
Azraël had reached a level in magic where he could easily take control of the world. Every offensive and defensive spell he possessed was lethal. He had only kept the arsenal necessary to take down anyone in Nozras. And his assessments were more than sufficient.
However, they were only sufficient for the average warrior. Above them were people like his father, against whom he needed more resources to bring them down.
And now, greater threats than the Ogre of Nozras were standing before him.
Azraël knew that, even with everything he had, he could lose his life.
But despite the seed of doubt that had infiltrated his mind, he did not succumb to panic.
He had to stop them, and he would.
He had to stop them...
**
Jin came to the realization that fighting Astra was really not easy.
The young woman, if he could say so, made droplets rain down that pierced through concrete, she could make enormous rocks or icebergs the size of a house fall from the sky, she could summon jets of lava shooting out of the ground at lightning speed, she could make lightning strike wherever she wanted, summon waves over a hundred meters high, summon hurricanes with winds never recorded before, and even make large amounts of acid rain down.
Her abilities rained down on him in a cacophony beyond words. And yet, he felt that she was capable of much more. After all, there were many natural disasters.
Jin didn't know them all, but there was one thing he kept thinking: There might be even more terrifying natural disasters in the other world.
Disasters capable of annihilating his world.
"F*ck."
He had just received a deep cut on his left cheek.
Indeed, a small but sharp rock had shot directly toward him, propelled by the ground.
Everything around him was unpredictable and chaotic. Powerful and devastating.
After all, humans weren't supposed to fight against these things. They were supposed to cling to life however they could.
But Jin was no longer a normal human, so he fought against these things. He fought against powerful waves, jets of lava, violent winds, and even giant rocks.
All of this just to fight. He didn't have the advantage. Even if he managed to catch Astra from time to time, she would push him away or violently increase the temperature of her body, making her impossible to grab. Sometimes, she transformed into pure air, making her invisible. Other times, she was water, making her translucent.
It was troublesome for the genius of combat.
He had been fighting for several hours now and for the first time in a very long time, he felt that he was beginning to run out of breath.
The aura supported him as best as it could. He had never been this strong, that was a fact. But even it was beginning to weaken.
It was like fuel that he couldn't replenish in the middle of a fight.
The situation was beginning to become urgent.
Fighting an entity… Had he gone crazy?
Jin had always been considered crazy, so that didn't cause him any problems. But that day, it was himself that he considered crazy and that... that bothered him. He had always fought anything and anyone whenever he wanted. The only person he had never fought was his father. He knew he was extremely strong, but he absolutely wanted to test Kuronoe Ichimaru's strength. Which never happened.
But this time, he wasn't fighting a human. It was something stronger than Marc. Even though he had read the book, he had no idea how to defeat this woman.
The lines concerning Astra were very precise in the book where there were waves and water. It was the dark blue book whose images were simply shapes outlined by heavy, thick black lines that were almost transparent. There were six shapes along the edge of the cover, bordered with gold. In the upper left, there was a wave whose peaks folded back on themselves as if it were about to strike the ground. Just below, in the middle, there was a solid rock that looked like a fractured mountain. A huge crack had split it in two and the rock seemed to be deteriorating on the sides. Below that again, there was a huge wind represented by spirals. In the upper right, there was something that looked like molten lava flowing down the slopes of a volcano, below it, lightning bolts all striking a single point, and finally, a fairly large snowflake, calm and peaceful, that seemed to be falling serenely.
It was obvious that these were Astra's powers. Lavoisi seemed to know a lot about her even though it was only the cover. But the most terrifying thing was the circle in the middle of the cover. A vortex that swallowed all the lines and colors of the book itself as if it were real. There was nothing but black at its center, and no one could know what strange technique he had used to create such an effect.
There was no writing on it. Just Astra's name at the top, in golden lettering; however, it wasn't written as Astra. It was written in the language of the other world, and Jin had eventually understood from his reading that it meant: the third horsewoman of the apocalypse, The Natural Disaster.
Lavoisi had been clear, but no one could truly understand. These runes were indescribable and written in an unknown language.
It was beautiful but so distant.
Jin had opened the book and read the lines concerning him.
"You who help the hero, you must leave him. A terrible opponent awaits you in the empire at the center of the world. It is there that you will learn to master your aura and deepen your understanding of strength."
Then, he moved on to the next part.
"Astra was born on the day of the first storm. When nature took someone's life for the first time. It was the first catastrophe. The first natural disaster. When she opened her eyes, she was the storm, and the first thing she did was like a newborn who cried, but instead of crying, she unleashed herself."
Although they concerned Astra, Jin had begun to grasp the nature of the entities.
"It was a day of sorrow and the screams rose as Astra was happy to see the light of day.
Suddenly, her desires took her across the earth and spread her power. She brought destruction and pain wherever she went.
No one was happy to see Astra. At first, it hurt her. What else could she do? Then, she forgot and continued to spread her power in a natural and destructive desire.
But one day, she met a man. His six wings blocked her view and suddenly, she was afraid. Afraid for the first time in her life. This man looked at her with the gaze of many others. His smile was pale and tried to be kind. But all she could do was scream.
However, the man raised his hand and her scream stopped. There was no longer a sound in the destroyed world.
Soon, the man said in a voice that made her tremble…"