Morvath and the Angel King stood across from one another, the ground cracked and scorched between them. Neither advanced. Neither retreated. They simply watched.
A pillar of green light erupted upward, carrying Eiden and Yajin into the sky. The beam tore across the night like a streak of divine fire, cutting a path through the clouds as the two figures vanished into the distance.
Morvath followed the trail with his eyes, expression steady. "So they've gone."
The Angel King nodded once, wings folding behind him. "Looks like their fight continues elsewhere."
The last fragments of green light drifted away on the wind.
Morvath rolled his shoulders, blades still in hand. "Then it's just us now."
The Angel King stepped forward, calm, composed, his aura settling around him like a mantle. "Seems that way."
The wind shifted.
The moonlight sharpened.
Both warriors lifted their blades — Morvath with his twin fanged swords, the Angel King with his silver divine blade — and pointed them directly at each other.
Their voices overlapped, low and steady.
"Rise of the Eternal Gods."
Morvath's aura detonated outward in a surge of black and crimson light. The ground beneath him cracked, spiderwebbing outward as his body began to change.
His skin darkened into a deep, stone‑grey tone, pulsing with faint red lines that glowed like magma beneath the surface. His muscles expanded, swelling with demonic power until his frame grew massive — broad, towering, ogre‑sized.
His eyes snapped open, glowing a fierce, predatory red.
Two horns burst from his forehead — then two more curved back behind them, forming a four‑horned crown of obsidian bone. A long, powerful demon tail unfurled behind him, lashing once through the air with a heavy thrum.
Black wings tore from his back, unfurling in a violent sweep. They weren't feathered — they were raw, leathery, powerful, pulsing with dark aura that rippled across their surface like living shadow.
His fanged blades grew with him, metal stretching and thickening, the edges darkening into a void‑black sheen. A heavy aura wrapped around them, distorting the air like heat rising from a forge.
Morvath exhaled, voice deeper, resonant, ancient.
"Angel King."
The Angel King's aura erupted in a burst of white radiance, bright enough to bleach the world for a heartbeat. The air hummed with divine pressure as his body expanded, muscles thickening, frame widening until he matched Morvath's towering size.
His armor shifted with him, plates widening and reshaping seamlessly, glowing with a pure white brilliance that made him look carved from living starlight.
His skin grew paler, luminous, almost marble‑like. His bright blue eyes intensified, glowing with a celestial fire that cut through the darkness like twin stars.
His wings expanded massively — each feather glowing with divine light, stretching wide enough to cast a holy shadow across the battlefield. The wind bent around them, pulled by the sheer force of his aura.
His silver blade grew as well, lengthening into a colossal greatsword, its white aura pulsing in slow, powerful waves.
The Angel King lifted the blade with ease, his voice calm but thunderous.
"Morvath."
They stood across from each other — two towering beings, demon and angel, both transformed into their true forms.
The ground trembled beneath them.
The moonlight bent around them.
Their auras collided in the air between them, black and white swirling violently, clashing like two storms fighting for dominance.
Morvath lowered his stance, wings spreading wide. The Angel King raised his blade, feathers glowing brighter.
The night held its breath.
And then—
They moved.
Black and white streaks tore across the battlefield, colliding in the center with a thunderous crack that shook the plains. The shockwave blasted outward, flattening the grass and sending dust spiraling into the moonlit sky.
Morvath's twin fanged blades carved upward in a brutal cross‑cut, black aura trailing behind them like tearing shadows. The Angel King met him with a rising sweep of his greatsword, white aura bursting outward in a radiant flare.
Steel slammed against steel.
Black slammed against white.
The collision lit the sky like lightning.
"Come on then!" Morvath roared, pushing forward. "Stop holding back, you glowing bastard!"
The Angel King's wings flared wide, feathers scattering sparks of white aura. "You speak of holding back," he replied, voice calm but edged with steel, "yet you swing like a child throwing a tantrum."
Morvath's eyes burned. "Oh, shut up."
They broke apart—
Only to vanish again.
A flash of black. A flash of white.
The two titans shot into the sky, leaving a crater where they once stood. They clashed mid‑air, blades ringing like celestial bells as their auras collided in violent bursts.
Morvath spun, wings snapping open as he slashed horizontally. The Angel King folded his wings, dropping beneath the strike, then shot upward with a rising cut that carved a streak of white light through the night.
Morvath twisted, blocking with both blades. The impact sent him skidding backward through the air.
"Fast," Morvath muttered. "Annoyingly fast."
The Angel King's expression didn't change. "You're slow because you rely on rage instead of discipline."
Morvath barked a laugh. "Discipline? I'm a demon, not a damn monk!"
He lunged.
The Angel King thrust his free hand forward.
"Divine Pulse."
A sphere of white aura erupted from his palm, expanding outward in a shockwave that rippled through the sky.
Morvath countered instantly.
"Abyssal Rend!"
He slashed downward, releasing a crescent of black aura that tore through the air like a blade of shadow.
The two spells collided mid‑air.
Black and white spiraled together, twisting violently before detonating in a burst that lit the sky like a dying star.
Morvath shielded his face with a wing. The Angel King hovered effortlessly, wings spread wide.
"You're gonna piss me off," Morvath growled.
"You already are," the Angel King replied.
The Angel King caught Morvath off‑guard with a sudden twist, slamming the flat of his blade into Morvath's ribs. The hit sent Morvath spiraling downward.
Morvath crashed into the ground with a thunderous impact, dust erupting around him.
But he didn't stay down.
He burst from the crater in a surge of black aura, wings beating once as he launched upward like a fired cannonball.
The Angel King barely raised his blade in time.
Morvath slammed into him, driving him backward through the sky.
"You talk too damn much!" Morvath snarled.
"And you think too little," the Angel King shot back, shoving him away with a burst of white aura.
They clashed again.
And again.
And again.
Each impact was a flash of black and white. Each movement a blur. Each aura flare a miniature explosion.
Morvath spread his wings wide, black aura swirling around him like a storm.
"Oblivion Burst!"
A torrent of black energy erupted from his body, spiraling outward in jagged arcs.
The Angel King responded instantly.
"Sanctum Breaker!"
A pillar of white aura descended from above, slamming into Morvath's attack.
Black and white collided, twisting violently before exploding in a shockwave that sent both warriors flying backward.
Morvath steadied himself mid‑air, wings beating hard. The Angel King hovered effortlessly, glowing like a second moon.
Morvath wiped dust from his face. "You're really pissing me off."
"That is because you are easy to anger," the Angel King replied.
Morvath pointed a blade at him. "Keep talking. I'll rip those shiny wings off."
"You may try."
"Oh, I will."
Morvath charged, black aura erupting behind him like a comet tail. The Angel King descended at the same moment, white aura blazing.
They collided mid‑air—
And the night split open.
Morvath slashed downward, black aura trailing behind the blade like a falling shadow. The Angel King met him with a rising arc of white light, their blades clashing in a burst that shook the clouds.
Morvath's tail whipped around, striking like a spear. The Angel King blocked it with the flat of his blade, the impact ringing across the sky.
Morvath twisted, bringing one blade down in a brutal overhead strike. The Angel King sidestepped, wings folding as he countered with a clean horizontal slash.
The edge grazed Morvath's shoulder — armor cracking, aura sputtering.
Morvath hissed. "You're gonna pay for that."
The Angel King's eyes narrowed. "Then stop talking and fight."
Morvath grinned, fangs gleaming. "Oh, now you're getting fun."
They clashed again, faster now.
Black streaks. White streaks. Flashes of movement too quick for mortal eyes.
The Angel King ducked under a slash and drove his elbow into Morvath's jaw. The hit snapped Morvath's head back, sending him spinning through the air.
Morvath wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Tch. Cheap shot."
"You left yourself open again."
"Oh, shut the hell up."
Morvath spread his wings wide, black aura swirling around him like a storm.
"Abyssal Collapse!"
A sphere of black energy formed between his palms, pulsing violently before he hurled it forward.
The Angel King didn't hesitate.
"Divine Severance!"
He swung his greatsword downward, releasing a wave of white aura that cut through the sky like a falling star.
The two spells collided.
Black and white spiraled together, twisting violently before detonating in a shockwave that sent both warriors flying backward.
They charged again.
Morvath slashed downward — the Angel King blocked, but the force cracked another plate of armor. The Angel King retaliated with a clean horizontal cut — Morvath twisted, but the blade grazed his shoulder, leaving a shallow slash across his grey skin.
Morvath winced. "Damn it—"
"You're slowing," the Angel King said.
Morvath barked a laugh. "No. I'm getting warmed up."
He lunged.
The Angel King parried — but Morvath twisted mid‑strike, bringing his second blade across the Angel King's side. The cut tore through divine armor, leaving a long, shallow gash across his torso.
White aura sputtered from the wound.
The Angel King's eyes narrowed. "Impressive."
"Shut up and fight!"
Morvath beat his wings once, launching himself upward in a burst of black aura. The Angel King followed instantly, white light streaking behind him.
They spiraled into the sky, twisting around each other in a deadly dance.
Morvath swung both blades in a cross‑cut — the Angel King blocked one, but the second grazed his arm, tearing through armor and leaving a glowing mark across his bicep.
The Angel King retaliated with a downward strike that clipped Morvath's wing, sending him spinning.
Morvath roared. "You bastard!"
"You left yourself open."
"Say that again!"
They collided mid‑air, blades ringing like celestial bells.
Black aura flared. White aura blazed.
The sky shook.
Black and white streaks tore through the clouds as Morvath and the Angel King clashed again and again, each impact lighting the heavens like a storm of colliding stars.
Morvath roared, swinging both fanged blades in a brutal arc. The Angel King countered, wings flaring wide as he met the strike with a burst of white aura.
"Still standing?" Morvath snarled. "You're stubborn as hell."
"You fight like a beast," the Angel King shot back, breath sharp. "No discipline. No restraint."
"Good," Morvath growled. "I'm not here to impress you."
They vanished.
Reappeared.
Clashed.
The sky cracked with every collision.
Morvath thrust his palm forward.
"Abyssal Collapse!"
A sphere of black aura erupted outward, spiraling violently.
The Angel King answered instantly.
"Divine Severance!"
A wave of white aura cut through the sky like a falling star.
The spells collided — and the explosion sent both warriors flying backward.
Morvath steadied himself mid‑air, wings beating hard. The Angel King hovered, but his armor flickered, plates cracked and dimmed.
Morvath grinned. "You're slowing down."
"You're delusional," the Angel King replied, though his voice strained.
Morvath lunged.
The Angel King swung his greatsword in a wide arc, white aura blazing. Morvath crossed his blades, blocking the strike — then twisted, forcing the Angel King off balance.
Morvath's tail whipped around, striking the Angel King's ribs. The Angel King staggered.
Morvath didn't hesitate.
He surged upward, black aura erupting behind him, and brought both blades down in a brutal cross‑cut.
The Angel King tried to dodge — but Morvath was faster.
His blades tore through one of the Angel King's wings.
A violent burst of white aura as the wing tore free, dissolving into scattered light.
The Angel King gasped, body lurching sideways as he lost balance.
"You—" he choked, struggling to stabilize himself. "You damn demon—"
Morvath roared back, "Fall!"
The Angel King tried to lift his blade — but Morvath was already there.
He drove forward, black aura spiraling around him like a collapsing star. His blade struck the Angel King's chest, slamming into his armor with a force that cracked the sky.
White aura burst outward.
The Angel King's eyes widened — not in fear, but in shock.
"You—" he whispered.
Morvath pushed harder, driving the Angel King downward.
The two of them plummeted from the sky, spiraling through clouds, aura trailing behind them like twin comets.
The ground rushed up to meet them.
Morvath roared. The Angel King's wings flickered. Their auras collided one last time—
The impact shook the plains, sending dust and debris exploding outward in a massive shockwave.
A crater formed.
Silence followed.
Morvath staggered to his feet, chest heaving, black aura flickering weakly around him. His blades trembled in his hands.
He looked down.
The Angel King lay motionless in the crater, armor shattered, aura dimmed to almost nothing. His remaining wing twitched once… then went still.
Morvath stared at him, breath ragged.
"…It's done," he muttered. "You're finished."
He turned away, wings folding behind him.
The moonlight washed over the battlefield.
The Angel King did not rise.
His aura did not return.
And though Morvath said nothing more, the look in his eyes — the quiet, exhausted certainty — made it clear:
He believed he had killed the Angel King.