The battle for Etern's dominion had begun.
As the Supreme Council descended upon the central heart of The High Angels Garden Dungeon, their celestial forms shimmered like brilliant beacons in the sky. Seraphiel, the leader of the council, led the charge, his presence radiating immense divine authority that seemed to temporarily halt the very flow of time itself. The other members — Raphael, the Archangel of Destiny, Uriel, the Angel of Time, and Azrael, the Reaper of Souls — stood by, each one embodying an element of absolute power that could overwhelm the very fabric of existence.
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Etern, standing amidst the shattered remnants of the once-beautiful High Angels Garden, grinned, his eyes now glowing with an abyssal fire. He had prepared for this moment. His newly acquired powers coursed through his body like molten fire, burning with an insatiable thirst to consume anything that entered his path. His wings stretched open, darkened with the weight of his hatred, the tips crackling with ominous energy.
The Power Devourer ability had evolved beyond simple consumption; now it devoured consciousness, fate, and energy itself. Every step Etern took reshaped the very air, the dungeon becoming an extension of his will, ever-changing to counteract the power of the divine beings before him.
With a thought, Etern reshaped the terrain around him. The once calming garden had now morphed into an unforgiving abyss of fluctuating energies, swirling colors, and visions of distorted, fractured realities. He could feel the pull of the Cosmic Void in the background, threatening to unravel everything in this dungeon. It was his greatest creation, but it was also slipping toward collapse — and that, Etern realized, was a risk he was willing to take.
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Seraphiel spoke again, his voice vibrating with both regret and finality:
"You don't understand, Etern. You were a protector. You're not just playing with your life — you're meddling with existence itself. You must stop. We can restore you, heal your heart. End this."
But Etern's laugh was hollow. "It's too late for salvation, Seraphiel. I chose this path. No one can stop me now."
As Seraphiel's glowing sword ignited, Etern's laughter faded into a deep and foreboding silence. He raised his hands and called forth the full force of the Power Devourer: shadows and light collided in a cascade of energies, resulting in swirling tempests of power and energy storms that struck at Seraphiel and his council. The very ground split open, pulling cracks of divine energy into an unholy rift that opened up.
The chaos ensued. Seraphiel, Raphael, Uriel, and Azrael met the oncoming waves with their own power, bending space and time. The air crackled with shattered space-time as Seraphiel engaged Etern, each swing of his sword causing space itself to crack and bend.
"Your powers are unimaginable, Etern, but so is mine," Seraphiel roared.