The room quaked with the intensity of Azrael's dark energy, threatening to collapse under the weight of the unleashed power. Amidst the chaos, Azrael gritted his teeth, his eyes blazing with determination. He wrestled with the surging darkness, struggling to regain control over the overwhelming power he had unleashed.
With unwavering resolve, Azrael forged ahead. Despite the instability of his dark energy, he launched himself at Ifrit, the shadows coalescing into makeshift weapons that lashed out with erratic fury. The attacks were fierce, each strike carrying the force of Azrael's willpower as he fought to subdue not just Ifrit but the untamed energy within him.
