The clash between Mustafa and Ehther echoed throughout the celestial city, the very foundations trembling with the force of their power. Fallen angels watched on with faces etched with worry, their hearts heavy with the weight of impending doom as they witnessed their Demon Lord engage in a battle that was leaving her on the losing side.
Each exchange between the two titans sent shockwaves rippling through the city, entire chunks crumbling to dust under the sheer force of their blows. Despite his age, Mustafa stood unwavering, his cloak billowing in the wind as the raw power of his mana intensified around him. With his wooden staff held aloft, he faced the beautiful yet formidable figure of Ehther, her red-skinned visage a stark contrast to the chaos unfolding around them.
