Reign listened to Avargan's words, his eyes narrowing with determination. Avargan's words of him being an 'abomination' were something he couldn't quite understand, but he didn't care. It seemed that at the very least, Avargan didn't know of him previously, which might be the one thing they needed to get out of this trap. The battlefield crackled with magical energies as the clash between Reign and Avargan intensified.
As the battle unfolded, Reign and Avargan's confrontation reached its zenith. The Nephilim form, with its celestial wings of light and darkness, clashed with Avargan's dark and malevolent power. The air around them trembled with the intensity of their clash, each blow sending shockwaves through the clearing.
"You know, I was wondering about something," Reign said as he dodged an attack before using his darkness to strike Avargan who responded by using the dark energy that could corrode anything it touched.
