The monster's body went flying at the train tracks, he slid through the ground, before regaining his composure.
Meamwhile the deity turned his head around realizing he completely about the bearer—Rémi.
"Light... it burns!!" The monster rasped, sending more roots surging towards the angel like a tidal wave.
The angel attention went back to the monster he flapped his wings in such a speed that it met them head-on, thrusting with precision.
He took the chance while the monster was left opened, he quickly throw the spear aiming directly at the heart.
The angel teleported at the position spear as he releases it from the chest followed by a kick in the abdomen.
The Abomination let out a cry of pain, its humanoid upper body lunging forward, claws raking at the angel.
Angel parried with its spear, the clash sending shockwaves through the ground.
"You cannot prevail against the light," the angel said calmly, its halo flaring brighter as it spun, wings propelling it in a aerial dodge.
Roots exploded from the ground, trying to ensnare it mid-air—the angel's spear whirled, slicing them clean, but one grazed its armor, leaving a scorch mark that healed in seconds with radiant energy.
Angel quickly gave the Abomination a quick fist and spear combo before launching him towards the sky.
Followed up by another combo where the Angel hits the Abomination in a barrage of thrusts flash with the spear, delivering an assault in every single direction.
Abomination's humanoid upper body pulsed and twisted, veins of dark energy throbbing beneath its grotesque skin.
With a furious roar, it fully embraced its monstrous form. "HAH!!" He laughed like some kind of ultimate villain. "This alone won't kill me! Your attack is futile!"
The roots that had been mere tendrils before now surged with terrifying speed, morphing into colossal, sinuous tentacles that ripped through the earth, tearing up tracks and flinging debris like confetti.
They writhed and writhed, reaching for the clouds, an impenetrable, living wall of destruction that blotted out. "Die!!!" He barked.
The angel, momentarily caught within the frantic chaos of the Abomination's transformation, found itself encircled by the gargantuan roots.
They coiled around its radiant form, attempting to crush the very light from its essence.
But the angel's light, far from being extinguished.
A blinding, pure white energy pulsed outwards, burning the roots that dared to touch him.
With a majestic, powerful beat of its wings, the angel broke free, rising above the air.
Its halo, now a miniature sun, cast an ethereal glow upon the ravaged landscape.
"Your darkness is futile," the angel declared, its voice resonating with divine authority, "against the purity of my purpose."
The Abomination, its full form now a horrifying spectacle of intertwining roots and monstrous limbs, lunged upwards, its massive clawed hands extended.
The ground beneath it buckled and cratered with the force of its movement.
One titanic root, thicker than any tree, slammed down where the angel had been moments before, pulverizing the earth.
But the angel was already a blur of motion, a streak of light carving through the night sky.
The divine spear, moved with unparalleled speed and precision. It didn't just strike; it danced, a whirlwind of incandescent force.
Each thrust was a sonic boom, each parry a flash of pure energy.
The Abomination, despite his immense size and strength, found himself overwhelmed.
The angel's attacks were not mere physical blows; they were imbued with celestial power that seared and withered the monster's unholy form.
Roots snapped and disintegrated into ash, leaving gaping wounds that smoked and festered.
"You don't understand how much pain I went through!!!" The Abomination roared in agony and fury, its attacks becoming more desperate, more chaotic.
It thrashed and flailed, sending shockwaves of destructive energy across the battlefield, but the angel moved with impossible grace, anticipating every move, countering every blow.
Finally, with a final, magnificent surge of power, the angel's entire being shimmered with an unbearable brilliance.
Its spear, radiating an intense, focused light, was raised high above its head, a conduit for divine judgment.
"Begone." The Angel said in a cool, composed tone.
Then, with a force that dwarfed any explosion.
It wasn't a fire; it was a pure, shimmering light that expanded outwards, consuming everything in its path.
The entire terrain around them, the trees, even the train tracks, were engulfed in the blinding flash.
It was an atomic bomb of light, a cataclysm of divine energy that vaporized the earth clean, leaving a vast crater where the battlefield once stood.
When the light finally fades, only the angel remained, his spear still raised, marking the victorious embodiment of light against darkness.
After paying for the grocery stuff Loki bought, he took a singular step—
Before his foot touched the ground...
His body instantly flickered back at the apartment teleporting in a single second without any sound.
The cashier jolted in surprise as the customer dissapeared her eyes widen.
Her head swirls around the area trying to make sense what she'd just witnessed.
Loki touches the floor barefoot, lightly like falling into the air.
Dinner had been nothing too special—just a thick steak he'd put in the iron pan and cook, a handful of cherry tomatoes he'd stabbed with a fork straight from the container, and a ridiculous amount of garlic butter he'd spooned straight from the tub because why not.
He ate standing at the kitchen counter, scrolling through his phone with his thumb.
The steak almost fell to the floor but of course he won't let that happen—the gravity itself literally bringed it up back to the plate like it was following his orders.
When the plate was clean, he didn't bother washing it.
The plate simply flew itself across the room, and settled into the sink.
The faucet turned on by itself, a stream of water rinsing the grease away—magic was convenient like that
He turn off the lights with a flick of two fingers and dropped onto the couch.
He stretched, arms above his head.
His dark jacket flew and tossed over the back to the couch—magic was convenient like that.
The TV was still on from earlier.
Some night French talk show was playing, the host laughing too hard at his own jokes.
Loki didn't care. He let the sound drew over him, volume low.
For a moment his blue eyes looked almost… tired.
Not the kind of tired that came from fighting as he never really enjoy it to begin with.
His phone buzzed again, probably another message from Rémi.