The seven Seraph Admirals descended from the rooftop, their white cloaks billowing faintly like ethereal wings. The masks with no eyes sent a shiver through every soldier, freezing their hearts in awe and terror.
Seraphel: "It's over, Arata Kuro."
Narration:
Seraphel wielded the Cursed Necklace of Judgment. Model: Archangel of Purity – Beyond Mythical Cursed Necklace.
Its power was absolute: manipulate holy light, divine fire, and purge corruption in all forms. The light it emitted was no gentle glow—it cut, it burned, it purged. Truth made manifest in a blaze of divine fury.
Arata (grinning, unfazed): "Bring it on already, brat."
Seraphel: "Sunflare Sever!"
A blade of pure, scorching light erupted from his hand, slicing through the air and disintegrating everything in its path. Trees vaporized; the ground scorched; the very wind screamed as the holy fire tore a path forward.
Arata's eyes flickered. He moved in a blink, dodging the searing strike with a casual grin. He advanced, each step shaking the earth beneath him.
Seraphel (voice cutting through the air, calm yet lethal): "Who said it's over?"