Demonic energy was pouring out from Azrael's body as Alex's corrupted darkness began to devour it, twisting the air around them into a violent storm of opposing forces.
The ground beneath their feet cracked, the ancient runes on the summoning circle flickering chaotically as their auras clashed for dominance.
The clash wasn't merely magical—it was primal, a battle between existence itself. Azrael's deep crimson aura radiated dominance, while Alex's inky black corruption consumed everything it touched, turning even light into shadow.
Just as Azrael opened his mouth to speak, Rick Colesan suddenly stepped between them, his old body trembling but his will burning bright.
"Alex! Stay back!" Rick shouted, his voice cracking as he slammed a glowing fist into Alex's chest, pushing him backward. "I was the one who summoned him for a reason! Because I needed him! You should stay back!"
