Angel Continent.
Clank—!
"You'll perish today, Mydaiel!"
Pressurized air boomed from the skies as two weapons clashed in the skies.
The onlookers were suffocated by the imposing aura the two clashing figures let out.
Among the two, one held a black demonic sword while the other had a gentle longsword.
"Let's put an end to this war, Astaroth." A gentle looking Seraphim with multiple pairs of feathered white wings said as he blocked the attack from the demon in front.
"Perish!" The demon let out his explosive aura and slashed at the Seraphim's body.
Mydaiel's disappeared with a 'poof!' sound and where the sword slashed, white flowers bloomed out.
Right then, like a mother's gentle embrace, a golden streak of light coiled around Astaroth, making his body sizzle and black blood to gush out.
"Ptui!"