Leonidas, Amon, and Bael were marching forward, their bodies igniting with battle intent, ready to explode with power once more—when suddenly Azazel vanished.
In the next instant, he reappeared at the highest sky, near the edge of the void itself. His sword clashed against the fist of the Scarlet King, and the collision birthed a detonation so immense it resembled a newborn supernova. Blinding light tore across the heavens, the explosion echoing through every inch of the continent.
A heartbeat later, the two figures vanished again, only to materialize at a different point in the sky, their weapons colliding once more with apocalyptic force.
The trio below wore solemn expressions.
To the naked eye, it seemed as though Cain and Azazel were teleporting—flickering from one place to another in blinding flashes. But Leonidas, Bael, and Amon knew better. They were not teleporting. They were moving beyond the flow of time.
