"I, Lucifer, will end your existence."
His voice carried neither rage nor doubt—only absolute certainty.
The Archangel shifted into a battle stance, his presence condensing as power surged violently around his scythe. Divine energy spiraled along its blade, distorting space and carving invisible wounds through the air itself. With a thunderous explosion of force, he plunged downward, diving straight into the massive crater below.
Lucifer no longer cared about traps or hidden strategies. His soul was singularly focused on one thing—killing.
Below, Vlad did not retreat.
He did not brace.
He smiled.
Fear was absent from his expression, replaced instead by pure exhilaration. This was the moment he had been waiting for. His wings snapped open with a powerful flap, plasma and light erupting behind him as he surged upward to meet the descending Archangel head-on.
Sword in hand, eyes blazing, Vlad rose into the sky.
Sword and scythe collided.
