The two adversaries clashed once more, their swords meeting with a thunderous crash. The ground beneath them trembled, and the air crackled with raw energy. Lucifer's strikes were relentless, each one fueled by an unyielding determination. However, despite his best efforts, he could sense the tide of the battle beginning to turn.
Azazel's eyes glowed with a dark, malevolent light as the Outer Being within him began to release its full power. "You are strong, Lucifer," he sneered, his voice a mix of his own and the eldritch presence controlling him. "But you have no idea what true power is."
A surge of dark energy erupted from Azazel, the force of it sending Lucifer skidding backward. The ground around Azazel cracked and splintered, unable to contain the sheer magnitude of the energy being unleashed. The defenders felt the shift in power, their hearts sinking as they realized the true extent of the Outer Being's might.
