It was a scene like one drawn from legends of gods and titans—a demonic draconic entity clashing with a winged angel, their energies locked in a fierce struggle as everything around them trembled and shattered due to their might. The grand hall was now a battleground as the dark purple plasma beam clashed with the radiant orb, creating a vortex of swirling energies at the point of contact.
"Die!" Helios shouted, his voice echoing like thunder, his face twisted by envy and hatred. The seven-winged Archangel pushed the massive white sun with increasing power. His radiant wings unfurled to their full span, casting an ethereal glow, his eyes blazed with white flames.
