I spy on Gazeff as he fights the Sunlight Scripture and their summoned angels. His movements are fierce, determined, and filled with unwavering resolve. "Sixfold Slash of Light!" Gazeff roars, his blade gleaming as it slices through the air, taking down two of the angels in one swift motion. However, his triumph is short-lived as two more angels manage to stab him, their ethereal weapons piercing his armor.
Despite his injuries, Gazeff stands his ground, his face a mask of defiance and pain. Blood seeps from his wounds, but he remains resolute, refusing to back down.
"He's waning, my lord. Should we go help him now?" Albedo questions, her eyes fixed on the battle below.
"Hmmmm, I suppose," I respond thoughtfully. "Prepare yourself."
The world around us twists and changes as if responding to my will. Instead of the shack where I previously stood, I now find myself facing the Sunlight Scripture directly, with Gazeff taking my place.
"Greetings, soldiers. I accept your immediate surrender," I call out, my voice carrying the weight of authority and power.
My words are met with confused looks, followed by derisive laughter. "Hahahahaha, surrender! Haha, he asks us, the servants of the—"
Before the man can finish his sentence, I send a sword through his head, silencing him instantly. His body crumples to the ground, lifeless.
"Who allows you to speak, mongrel?" I demand, letting my conqueror's haki run rampant. The sheer force of my willpower causes the weaker members of the Sunlight Scripture to pass out, while the stronger ones back away in fear, their confidence shattered.
The battlefield falls silent, the air heavy with tension and the stench of blood. I stand tall, a menacing presence that cannot be ignored. The Sunlight Scripture soldiers, now fully aware of the power they face, look at me with a mixture of terror and awe.
"Who are you?!?" demands the leader of the Scripture.
"Is the name Surshana familiar to you?" I ask, locking eyes with him.
"How did you know that name?" the man clenches his fists and grits his teeth.
"Hmmmm, you do know," I say, chuckling. "Of course, those Seven would try to create their own religion. Pretentious brats. Tell me, how many of you have joined their beds, huh?"
The leader's eyes widen while his subordinates look indignant. "How dare you mock our gods!" one of them shouts.
I grin. "Oh, you never denied that you joined their beds," I mock. "A liar like you does not have the right to call out their name."
The leader pulls out a crystal from his cloak. "Lie? There's something I don't understand: which of my words is a lie, huh?" Shadows cover the upper part of my face, my red eyes glowing menacingly. "There are only six of them. I must admit, you gave me a scare when you called out the name of our 'gods,' but now I know you're just a liar."
He roars out in anger, the crystal in his hand glowing.
"Now for your insolence, you will burn for it. This is—"
I cut him off. "And where do you think the other one went?"
The leader is stumped by my question. "The very same reason that those six ran away to this world," I say, my aura growing even more menacing.
"The same reason as those idiots who call themselves kings and sages, the same reason those filthy mongrels ran into this place a couple of hundred years ago," I continue. The man trembles. "To get away from me. And now I'm come knocking."
I create an illusion that the angels serving them have turned to my side, and with a punch in the air, I break the surveillance of the Thousand League Astrologer of the Black Scripture. "You see, there is no need to wonder where god is, because he's right here, and he's fresh out of mercy."