Midnight's Forsaken Form

Out of nowhere, a gigantic beam of multi-colored light erupted from the skies. Death wasn't able to dodge the attack because of how fast it was.

"What–"

The beam swallowed Death. He was screaming inside, trying to find a way to break free from the attack, but it was useless.

There were several magic circles on the top part of the beam. The magic circles provided magic that restricted Death's movements. He was trapped. 

"That's my woman!" Galaxia screamed as he panted. He was hovering in the air, wielding a bright galaxy-colored sword and shield along with a light armor with the same theme.

He stood tall, proudly wielding both of his weapons as he prepared for Death's retaliation. He knew that the attack wouldn't finish the Guard. He was too powerful to succumb to such an easy trick.

"What are you doing?" Midnight raised his eyebrow, crossing his arms as he demanded an explanation. "What is all this?"