The altar ca down with absolute authority.
BOOOOOOM!!!
Duke Haborym was driven into the earth, the radiant mass of divine stone pinning his towering fra beneath it as the ground beneath gave way, sinking several ters deep under the unbearable weight.
"SEAL!" Corbin’s voice bood like thunder, resonating across the battlefield.
The golden inscriptions flared violently, each line of scripture burning brighter as if the heavens themselves were enforcing judgnt upon a condemned sinner.
Cracks spread across the earth like veins, entire sections of the battlefield collapsing inward as the altar pressed further down.
Witnessing the sheer power of this divine art, Damian was stunned. To think soone this powerful had been walking the streets disguised as a policeman. But then he rembered that he himself was the third prince of hell, hidden beneath the identity of an attorney.
He would have loved to dwell on that thought, but there were more pressing matters. Through everything that had happened, Duke Haborym had not scread or cried out in resistance. He had remained silent, and that silence was unnatural.
Beneath the crushing force, all three of Duke Haborym’s heads twisted upward, their expressions contorting into sothing far more sinister than pain. His muscles bulged grotesquely as he resisted, his hands pressed firmly against the descending altar, holding it in place through sheer, monstrous strength.
"Ghhhh...!"
The ground sank deeper, yet it did not fully take him. The attack was deadly, but not enough to threaten a demon noble of his caliber.
Corbin hovered above, his cassock whipping wildly in the violent currents as his golden eyes burned with fervor. His lips moved without pause, his voice rising into a sacred chant that echoed across the collapsing battlefield.
"For the Lord is my light and my salvation... whom shall I fear!"
The sky responded.
The clouds spiraled violently, parting as a radiant point of golden brilliance ford high above, growing brighter with every passing second. The air trembled beneath its presence, a divine force gathering and condensing into sothing catastrophic.
anwhile, Damian felt a shift.
The atmosphere around Duke Haborym began to distort as his presence swelled, growing heavier, denser, more oppressive. The demonic force beneath the altar surged like a caged beast, pressing outward in waves that made the ground quake violently.
Damian’s eyes narrowed.
’He’s not done...’
That single realization killed any thought of relying on Corbin. Without hesitation, Damian raised both hands.
Buzz!
Azure flas burst to life, erupting from his palms with violent intensity. Unlike his crimson inferno, these flas carried a deeper, heavier presence, their glow sharp and piercing as they coiled like living serpents around his arms.
His gaze locked onto the pinned Duke.
"Burn."
Boom!
A torrential blast of azure fire shot forward, crashing into the altar and engulfing Duke Haborym beneath it. The flas roared wildly, pouring into every crack, every gap, seeking to consu the demon where he stood.
At that exact mont, Corbin’s chant reached its peak.
"Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death... I will fear no evil!"
His hand dropped.
"Divine Art: Pillar of Salvation!"
BOOOOOOM!!!
The heavens answered.
A colossal beam of golden light descended from the sky like divine judgnt itself, tearing through the clouds and crashing directly onto the altar. The impact was cataclysmic.
Golden light and azure flas rged in a violent convergence, swallowing the entire battlefield in blinding radiance. The ground shattered further as shockwaves ripped outward, reducing everything within range to ruin.
For a mont, victory seed certain, but Damian’s eyes sharpened. Within the chaos, within the overwhelming clash of divine and demonic forces, he saw it.
A distortion.
Without warning, Duke Haborym vanished in a burst of fire.
FOOOOSH!
The altar crushed nothing.
In an instant, all their attacks struck empty ground. Yet this did not co as a surprise. In fact, it was exactly what they had anticipated. From the very beginning, they had been forcing him into using this skill.
With that in mind, Damian had already moved.
"There!"
His gaze snapped downward.
There, beneath the cracked earth, a slightly thicker patch of darkness slid unnaturally fast, cutting through the ground like a living entity as it raced westward with terrifying speed.
"Little demon. You don’t only control fire. You control the shadow as well?!" Damian growled, murderous light blazing in his eyes.
Now it all made sense.
By unleashing bursts of fire at both his exit and reentry points, he created the illusion of teleportation. Damian had heard of demonic trickery and their cunning nature, but only now did he truly understand how deep it ran.
He did not hesitate.
BAM!
Damian kicked the sky.
His body shot downward like a falling star, spinning violently as he descended. Azure flas erupted from both hands, spiraling outward as his rotation accelerated, the fire stretching, expanding, and twisting until it ford a massive cyclone.
A roaring vortex of azure flas spun like a drill aid straight at the fleeing shadow.
"YOU’RE NOT ESCAPING!!!" Damian roared.
BOOOOOOM!!!
The cyclone slamd into the ground.
From within the shadow, a response ca.
"YOU STUBBORN PRINCE! IF YOU WISH TO DIE SO BADLY, I’LL GRANT YOUR REQUEST!"
RUMBLE!!!
A monstrous hurricane of fire erupted upward, fierce flas twisting violently as Duke Haborym erged, his roar tearing through the battlefield with unrestrained fury.
"INSOLENT WHELP!!!"
The two forces collided.
Azure cyclone against fiery hurricane. Flas clashed, twisted, devoured each other as sparks exploded outward in every direction. Shockwaves rippled through the air, tearing apart the already ruined battlefield as the sky itself seed to tremble under their clash.
For a few seconds, they held, perfectly balanced. But then a change occurred.
Duke Haborym’s power surged. The fiery hurricane began to swell, expanding rapidly as its intensity multiplied, pushing against Damian’s cyclone with overwhelming force.
Damian’s expression twisted.
’Too strong!!!’
BOOOOOOM!!!
The hurricane exploded outward.
A devastating burst of hellfire obliterated the azure cyclone, tearing it apart completely as the backlash slamd into Damian’s body.
"UGH!"
He was sent flying.
His body was hurled across the sky like a broken projectile, spinning uncontrollably as the force carried him hundreds of ters away. The wind scread past him, the world blurred, and then—
BANG!!!
His damaged wings snapped open violently, forcing themselves wide as they caught the air. The sudden resistance shattered his montum, halting his retreat midair with a thunderous crack that echoed across the battlefield.
Damian hovered there, his wings trembling, scorched and torn, barely holding together. Smoke rose from his body, his chest heaving, yet his eyes still burned with fighting intent.
In fact, his desire to fight, now that he had forced a Duke to stop holding back, swelled even further. Damian wanted to see just how far he could truly take this. He wanted to know his limits as a prince of hell.
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