Azazel, sensing the renewed resolve of the defenders, snarled with frustration. "You are only delaying the inevitable," he spat, his voice dripping with venom. "You cannot withstand our power forever."
Lucifer, his eyes blazing with defiance, locked his gaze on Azazel. "We don't need to," he retorted, his voice steady. "We just need to outlast you and you are lucky this is not my fight or else I would have ended it a long time ago."
With a surge of dark energy Azazel lunged forward, his sword crackling with dark energy, aiming for Lucifer. But just as his blade was about to strike, a sudden blur darted from the shadows. It was Semjaza, his presence unnoticed until now, who intercepted Azazel's attack.
The unexpected blow from Semjaza sent Azazel staggering, his momentum disrupted. Confusion flashed across Azazel's face as he turned to face his assailant, only to find Semjaza staring back at him with a cold, calculating gaze.
