Xarath's transformation was complete. His body had grown larger, his muscles bulging with dark, malevolent energy. His skin was a deep, fiery red, and his eyes glowed with an inner flame that seemed to burn with an otherworldly intensity.
Azrael and Luna stood frozen in awe, their eyes fixed on the demon's new form. They had never seen anything like it before, and they knew that they were in for the fight of their lives.
"You fools," Xarath sneered, his voice like thunder. "You think you can defeat me? , I will crush you beneath my heel like the insignificant insects that you are."
With a wave of his hand, Xarath summoned a magical box, its walls glowing with a dark, malevolent energy. It came flying towards Luna, Luna tried to dodge, but it was too late. The box enveloped her, trapping her inside.
"Azrael," Luna cried, her voice muffled by the box. "Help me!"
Azrael charged forward, his sword flashing in the sunlight. But Xarath was ready for him. With a swift motion, the demon summoned a spell, "One hundred swords of evil." Xarath chanted.
Swords materialized out of thin air, their blades shining with a deadly, malevolent light. Xarath hurled them at Azrael, the swords flying through the air with a deadly, whirring sound.
Azrael tried to defend himself, but there were too many swords. He stumbled back, his sword flashing wildly as he tried to deflect the blades.
But it was no use. Azrael was too weak against the demon's magic. The swords struck him again and again, their blades biting deep into his flesh.
Azrael fell to the ground, his body broken and battered. Xarath lavitated above him, his eyes blazing with triumph.
"You are no match for me, Angel" the demon sneered. "You are weak, and you will soon be nothing but a memory."
And with that, Xarath raised his foot, ready to deliver another blow.
Xarath's foot came crashing down, striking Azrael with incredible force. The angel was sent flying, his body hurtling through the air like a rag doll. He crashed through the mountainside, sending rocks and debris tumbling down around him.
The demon's laughter echoed through the mountains, a cold, mirthless sound that seemed to freeze the very air itself. Xarath raised his hand, and a magic ball of energy began to form above his palm.
The ball grew larger and larger, its surface crackling with dark, malevolent energy. Xarath's eyes blazed with fury as he hurled the ball at Azrael, who was still struggling to get to his feet.
The ball struck Azrael with incredible force, unleashing a catastrophic explosion that shook the very foundations of the mountains. The blast was so powerful that it sent rocks and debris flying through the air, creating a massive crater in the mountainside.
The wizard, Zorvath, watched in horror as the explosion ripped through the mountains. He knew that Azrael was no match for Xarath's magic, and that the angel's only hope was for him to intervene.
With a swift motion, Zorvath raised his staff, and a blast of magical energy shot forth, striking the magical box that held Luna prisoner. The box shattered, releasing Luna from her captivity.
Luna stumbled forward, her eyes fixed on Azrael's broken form. "Azrael!" she cried, her voice filled with despair. "No! You can't be...!"
But Azrael was not dead. He was badly injured, but he was still alive. And as Luna rushed to his side, he looked up at her with a faint glimmer of hope in his eyes.
"We... have to... stop... Xarath," Azrael whispered, his voice barely audible.
Luna nodded, her eyes blazing with determination. "We will," she said. "We'll stop him, no matter what it takes."
Luna placed her hands on Azrael's broken form, and a warm, golden light began to emanate from her fingers. The light enveloped Azrael's body, and he felt a surge of energy and vitality flow through him.
His wounds began to heal at an incredible rate, the broken bones mending, the torn flesh repairing itself. Azrael's eyes fluttered open, and he looked up at Luna with a grateful smile.
"Thank you, Luna," he whispered, his voice still weak but filled with gratitude.
Luna smiled back, her eyes shining with relief. "Anytime, Azrael," she said. "Now, let's get back to the fight."
As they stood up, the wizard, Zorvath, stepped forward, his eyes blazing with a fierce, inner light. He raised his staff, and the air around him began to distort and ripple.
"Astra, Descendo!" Zorvath shouted, his voice echoing through the mountains.
The words were like a key, unlocking a deep well of power within the wizard. A blast of energy erupted from his staff, a blast so powerful that it shook the very foundations of the mountains.
The ground trembled, the rocks shuddering and cracking as the energy wave washed over them. The air was filled with the sound of screaming rocks, the noise so loud that it was almost deafening.
Azrael and Luna stumbled back, their eyes wide with shock and awe. They had never seen anything like this before, and they didn't know what to make of it.
The wizard's power was like nothing they had ever seen. It was as if he had tapped into the very fabric of reality itself, unleashing a torrent of energy that seemed to defy the laws of nature.
As the energy wave subsided, Azrael and Luna looked at each other, their faces pale with shock. They knew that they had underestimated the wizard's power, and that they were in for a wild ride.
"What... what just happened?" Azrael stammered, his eyes fixed on the wizard.
Zorvath smiled, his eyes still blazing with power. "I unleashed my true power," he said, his voice filled with a sense of pride and accomplishment. "And now, we will show Xarath the true meaning of power."
As the wizard spoke, the air around them began to charge with energy. The rocks and debris that had been scattered around them began to rise into the air, suspended by the wizard's power.
Azrael and Luna watched in awe as the wizard began to weave a complex pattern of magic, the rocks and debris swirling around him in a vortex of energy.
And then, in an instant, the vortex vanished, leaving behind a massive, gleaming sword, its blade inscribed with ancient runes of power.
The sword hovered in the air, its presence radiating an aura of incredible power. Azrael and Luna looked at each other, their eyes shining with excitement and anticipation.
They knew that the battle ahead would be fierce, but with the wizard's power on their side, they felt a sense of hope and determination.