Typhon's Soul Manifestation!

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Michael looked up from Azazel's headless body to the sky, and sighed deeply, as the drop of rain fell on him.

"This realm is finally safe from internal enemies... It remains the gods."

He looked at Azazel's dead body, and with a snapped of his finger, an abyss Walker appeared in front of him.

"I learned something today."

Michael waved his hand, and the Abyss walkers shattered into armor pieces.

With another wave to the left, Azazel's body trembled, and his soul rose from the ground.

Michael lowered his hand, and the armors moved with incredible speed, merging with Azazel's soul... In less than twenty seconds, Azazel's soul was turned into an abyss Walker.

Azazel moved his red eyes all over the place, seeing Michael, he got down on one knee.

"By substituting a Walker, I can make another." Michael said, staring at Azazel.

He then burnt the body, and nodded: