Beelzebub murmured, spewing massive amounts of tar, and yet another shadow slowly rose.
The shadows intertwined to form a vast expanse of darkness, with indistinct massive figures twisting in the air, creating an ever-changing scene. Their movements were slow, but each impact carried astonishing power, enough to shake the mountains.
Waves of vibration stirred ripples, transforming into a howling airwave that swept across the land.
They bit and tore at each other, twisting into a whirlpool of darkness. In this chaos, they continuously twisted, merged, and separated. The confrontation between darkness and darkness was elusive, like an endless battle of distortion.
The turmoil of the battle echoed ominously within the Ethereal Realm, as if attracted by power, more shadows emerged one after another. Yet, they did not open their crimson multitude of eyes, merely watched silently.
The blazing white storm traversing the heavens and earth was the same.
