The first words that appeared in Elliot's mind were "Dragon Angel".
Followed by "Holy Smokes!" And "THAT'S SO BLOODY COOL!!"
A huge, hundred meter tall angel fully decked out in glorious golden armor armed with a massive golden spear that gave out a deathly aura reeking of Deathwing's Dark energy hovered majestically.
His golden wings were made of metallic feathers and his golden aura shone brightly, smothering Saint Dul'Akharat's clones with such a heavy pressure that they cracked and disappeared.
Even Saint Dul'Akharat himself had stopped his charge towards Dragon Apostle Golden Fire and kept a healthy distance between them!
"Seraphic Descent." Came Dragon Apostle Golden Fire's ethereal voice. He pointed his exquisite golden spear at Saint Dul'Akharat and instantly, it was as though the entire world and all of its energy had turned to look at Saint Dul'Akharat with hostility.
"Seraphic Strike."
