The void itself trembled as seven beings, each a perfect clone of Michael, descended toward the battlefield. Their golden wings spread wide, shimmering with an aura so pure that even stars blinked in awe.
Opposite them, seven shadows took form.., clones of the Original Sins. Each a living embodiment of corruptionradiating malice older than Heaven itself. Their mere presence tainted the layers of space they passed through.
No words were needed. No pleasantries exchanged. Only hatred, pure and eternal, charged the air.
Pride's clone tilted his head, glancing at Michael's clone.
"You dare mimic the perfect light of Heaven?" he hissed, voice dripping contempt.
Michael's eyes narrowed, golden light flaring from his pupils.
"I do not imitate, I am the embodiment of divine justice. And I will erase your existence for the heresy you carry."
With that, the air between them trembled.
BOOOOM!
They collided.
