Abaddon darted forward with terrifying speed, his spear gleaming with sinister energy. He thrust at Hamza, the weapon ripping through his shoulder and tearing away a chunk of flesh. Hamza staggered back, blood dripping, his jaw clenched.
He's faster… stronger… and his energy feels darker, more sinister. Seems I have no choice, Hamza thought grimly, clutching his wound.
Nearby, Cranel stumbled to his feet, one hand pressed against his ribcage. He felt the jagged pain of broken bones but chuckled through the agony.
"Seems I may have bitten off more than I could chew," Cranel muttered, his crimson eyes narrowing. "No choice then."
He raised his voice, defiant. "You said you wanted me to go all out, huh? Prepare yourself! What you are about to see is what happens when humans push beyond the limits of what our magic should attain — when we dare to venture into unknown potential! Tier X Wind Magic! Divine Spell Cranel!!"
Winds howled violently around him, swirling into a storm.
At the same time, Hamza straightened, his aura blazing. "We must end this, my friend. Tier X Creation Magic — Hamza's Breakers!" Golden light erupted from his body, forcing Abaddon to shield his eyes. When the glow dimmed, Hamza stood wielding golden tonfa, his aura denser and more overwhelming than ever.
Satan braced himself against the gale surrounding Cranel. The winds compressed suddenly, vanishing into silence. The battlefield grew eerily calm. Cranel hovered above the ground, his expression calm, almost casual.
"Satan. Now we can rip each other apart with no holding back," Cranel said evenly.
"Come! Show me this magic!" Satan roared, his voice dripping with excitement.
Cranel shot forward, propelled like a missile. His speed surpassed anything he had shown before. Satan braced himself, but Cranel's fist slammed into his abdomen. The impact twisted Satan's body in a spiral, forcing blood from his mouth as he slid back. Yet the demon smiled through the crimson spray.
"What was that?! Such power, accompanied by a twisting force! What is this magic?" Satan laughed manically, charging again. His swings were wild, relentless, but Cranel dodged effortlessly. One counter sliced clean through Satan's left arm at the bicep. Blood gushed as Satan's eyes widened in shock and awe.
Cranel seized his neck, driving him into the ground. The winds shredded Satan's flesh, tearing at his throat.
"What is this?" Satan gurgled, blood filling his mouth.
Cranel's voice was calm, almost instructional. "Divine Spell Cranel coats me in winds at speeds of roughly 750 kilometers per hour. They shred anything they touch. It is both shield and sword — my greatest defense and offense."
Satan's hand reached for Cranel's arm, only to be shredded instantly. Yet he laughed, his voice booming across the battlefield.
"This power is great! A shield that cuts like a blade! But I will not succumb!" His severed arm healed, and he forced both hands onto Cranel's arm. Flesh tore, blood gushed, but Satan did not relent. With monstrous strength, he snapped Cranel's forearm.
Cranel kicked Satan's neck, shredding half of it away, forcing the demon to release him. He leapt back, staring at his mangled arm — bone shattered, flesh ripped open. He laughed, crimson eyes blazing.
"You are truly a monster. I cannot, in good conscience, let you live. I will end you here." He pointed with his remaining arm.
"Come kill me, priest!" Satan bellowed, his neck already healing.
Cranel darted forward, dodging blasts of magic fired from Satan's arms. The demon unleashed a beam from his mouth, but Cranel vaulted above it, descending with an axe kick that severed Satan's arm once more. He dodged the counterstrike and drove a punch into Satan's abdomen, sending him flying.
Cranel pursued, grabbing Satan's face midair. Using his wind magic as propulsion, he slammed the demon into the ground, shredding his flesh as they plowed deeper into the earth. Satan clawed desperately, but the constant motion made it futile.
Cranel tightened the wind barrier around his broken arm, forcing it to move through sheer control. He impaled Satan's chest, his hand gripping the demon's heart.
"Cranel Expulsion!!" he roared.
The winds erupted outward, blasting through Satan's body and devastating the battlefield. The ground split, debris scattered, and silence followed.
When the dust cleared, Cranel stood over the mangled figure of the Sin of Wrath. His chest heaved, his body battered, but his eyes burned with victory.
He threw back his head and screamed, a primal roar that echoed across the battlefield — a declaration of triumph.