The Final Battle III

Far away from the bloody war, where every single person was giving their all to defeat the dark side and the shadow generals, Kyle glanced up as he sensed an eerie, familiar presence looming above him.

His calm gaze locked onto the obsidian eyes of Azazeal, who towered above him, shrouded in an aura of darkness.

Azazeal glanced around the land engulfed in golden light, sensing the array Kyle had engraved in Avalon. He raised his fingers to count just what the human was up to this time, but before he could, Kyle smiled at him, causing him to pause.

He furrowed his brows. Because the smile was very genuine, with a hint of something he had never seen in the human's gaze—at least not directed at himself. Thrill.

It was as if the human was telling him that the real battle had begun and now only one of them would emerge victorious.

However, how could that be possible? He wasn't strong enough to take him on.

"You are—"