As the summit progressed, a sudden disturbance outside the venue drew everyone's attention.
The serene atmosphere was shattered as a group of rogue magicians, identified as terrorists, began their assault. The leaders and their entourages quickly shifted focus from the diplomatic discussions to the imminent threat.
Explosions echoed through the air as the magicians unleashed powerful spells, aiming to disrupt the delicate negotiations and sow chaos.
The guards and representatives from each faction immediately sprang into action, forming defensive barriers and preparing for combat.
Sirzechs, Michael, and Azazel exchanged urgent glances, understanding the gravity of the situation.
They instructed their subordinates to ensure the safety of everyone inside the building while they strategized on how to repel the attackers. The tension in the room escalated as the leaders weighed their options, realizing that this attack could derail their efforts toward peace.
Issei, Kiba, Xenovia, and the others quickly volunteered to join the fight, eager to protect their leaders and friends.
Raizel, who had remained an observer up to this point, finally stepped forward, his presence commanding attention. With a calm but firm tone, he offered his assistance, his eyes reflecting a deep resolve.
The scene shifted to the battlefield outside, where the magicians continued their assault, determined to break through the defenses. The combined forces of Devils, Angels, and Fallen Angels prepared to counter the threat, showcasing the unity they had begun to forge during the summit.
As the battle raged on, the stakes grew higher, and the leaders knew that the outcome of this confrontation would determine the future of their alliance.
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As the magicians swarmed, their dark magic crackling through the air, Raizel's calm voice cut through the chaos.
"Why the urgency, Azazel? Have you forgotten? I am here." His words resonated with quiet confidence, sending a wave of relief through his allies.
With a flick of his hand, Raizel summoned 'Marmyadose', a sword of legendary strength, its blade shimmering with an ethereal light that seemed to hum with raw power. The sight of the weapon alone was enough to halt the advancing magicians momentarily.
Without hesitation, Raizel moved. In a blur of motion, he closed the distance between himself and the nearest group of magicians. His strikes were swift and precise, each swing of 'Marmyadose' cutting through their defenses effortlessly.
The sword's blade glowed with an intensity that matched the ferocity of his attacks, cleaving through barriers and magical constructs as if they were mere illusions.
The magicians attempted to regroup, casting powerful spells from a distance. Raizel anticipated their moves, casting his own spells in tandem with his swordplay.
With one hand, he deflected incoming projectiles with a barrier of pure energy, while the other wielded his sword with deadly efficiency.
His movements were graceful yet deadly, a dance of destruction that left the battlefield littered with fallen foes.
Each strike sent shockwaves through the air, disorienting the remaining magicians and throwing their formations into disarray.
Raizel's calm demeanor never faltered, even amidst the chaos. His eyes scanned the battlefield, ensuring no threat went unnoticed.
As he approached a cluster of magicians preparing a powerful spell, he raised 'Marmyadose', the blade gleaming ominously.
With a single, decisive swing, he unleashed a wave of energy from the sword, obliterating the spellcasters in an instant. The sheer power of the attack left the ground scorched, a testament to the strength of both the weapon and its wielder.
As the battle drew to a close, Raizel landed gracefully in front of Akeno, his presence exuding calm authority. The battlefield, once teeming with enemies, now lay silent, a testament to his unmatched prowess.
His performance had not only secured their victory but also left an indelible mark on everyone present, showcasing the true power of the Noblesse.
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As the magicians from afar began casting spells, their incantations filling the air with an ominous hum, Raizel remained undeterred. With 'Marmyadose' firmly in his grip, he shifted his focus toward the distant threats. Without breaking stride, he began casting spells of his own, his voice calm and steady as he chanted arcane words.
In a remarkable display of skill, Raizel seamlessly combined swordplay with spellcasting.
His movements were fluid, each swing of 'Marmyadose' precise and deadly, while his free hand wove intricate magical patterns in the air. Bolts of energy surged from his fingertips, intercepting incoming spells and countering the distant magicians' attacks with ease.
The battlefield became a spectacle of light and power as Raizel's spells clashed with the enemy's, creating bursts of energy that illuminated the scene.
His ability to simultaneously wield his sword and cast potent magic left his allies in awe and his enemies in shock.
Each spell he cast was meticulously timed, disrupting the magicians' focus and leaving them vulnerable to his relentless assault. His mastery over both martial and magical arts was evident, as he transitioned effortlessly between the two, never losing the upper hand.
The onlookers couldn't help but voice their amazement. Praises and gasps of disbelief echoed around the battlefield, as Raizel continued to dismantle the magicians' offensive from afar.
His strategic use of magic not only neutralized their long-range attacks but also showcased the depth of his abilities, earning him admiration from allies and enemies alike.
By the time the last of the distant magicians fell, Raizel stood tall, his aura radiating calm confidence. His dual mastery of sword and sorcery had turned the tide of battle, leaving an unforgettable impression on all who witnessed it.
As the battle subsided momentarily, Raizel descended gracefully, landing softly in front of Akeno.
His expression remained composed, yet his presence exuded an undeniable authority. Without a word, he extended his hand, summoning the 'Carian Regal Scepter' from the ether.
The scepter, an artifact of immense power from ancient times, gleamed with an ethereal blue light, its intricate carvings pulsating with latent energy.
"This is the 'Carian Regal Scepter'," Raizel said, his voice calm and steady. "It is known to enhance one's magic attack power without imposing excessive drawbacks. It will aid you in battle."
Akeno's eyes widened as she carefully took the scepter from his hand, feeling its power resonate within her. The weight of the artifact was surprisingly light, yet it radiated a strength that belied its appearance.
She could sense the immense potential it held, a weapon crafted for someone of great skill and resolve.
Raizel continued, his gaze steady on hers. "Use it well, Akeno. Its power is yours to command."
Akeno nodded, a mixture of gratitude and determination in her eyes. "Thank you, Raizel. I will not let you down."
The others around them watched in awe, the sheer magnitude of Raizel's abilities once again leaving them speechless. The fact that he could summon such a powerful artifact so effortlessly, and bestow it upon others, only deepened their respect and admiration for him.
With the 'Carian Regal Scepter' in hand, Akeno felt a newfound strength coursing through her.