Darkness and light clashed as the beam struck the angel, explosions mixing with crimson flames, disintegrating everything in their path.
Behind the beam, only darkness remained, like cracks in the fabric of reality, revealing the void beneath. The dark fissures expanded, but amidst them, a bright light flashed, and the angel burst out.
Their feathers were charred, a few wings missing, but the silver flames around them blazed brighter than ever.
Wordlessly, the angel flapped their remaining wings and sped toward the dragon. Like a silver arrow, they crashed into the dark barrier, which buckled and shattered, the silver light piercing through.
Vesuvius raised his claw, catching the blade of silver flames. He could feel the immense force pushing forward, but he didn't budge. He realized it—he was mighty.
All his hard work paid off as he faced one of the strongest angels of heaven.
