Darkness loomed over the city after the sunset. By the time it was midnight, almost everyone except for patrolling guards was peacefully sleeping.
Eon and Rael slept in the late noon, and they have yet to wake up.
As if something triggered it, Rael's breath hitched as his entire body stiffened. He started sweating.
Meanwhile, inside his mindscape, his death scythe pulsed with eerie energy, clashing with the divine sword of Marduk. It was happening for the past few hours, and finally, the sword lost its battle to the scythe, and the scythe went on absorbing it.
The weapon trembled violently, dark energy crackling around it. The divine sword's golden radiance intertwined with the abyssal glow of the scythe, merging into a single entity in the end. Power surged through Rael's veins, his body burning from the inside out.