The celestial palace, once a haven of tranquility, transformed into a maelstrom of clashing energies. The Fallen, a grotesque fusion of light and darkness, unleashed a torrent of unholy power, its attacks a symphony of destruction. The once pristine marble walls cracked and crumbled, ancient tapestries shredded into ethereal confetti, and the very air crackled with the intensity of the battle.
Sebastian, a whirlwind of demonic energy, met each attack with unwavering resolve. His movements were a blur, a dance of calculated precision and raw power. He deflected the Fallen's blows, his silver eyes burning with an intensity that mirrored the chaos around them.
