Chapter 327 Judgment vs Desire — The Fire That Won’t Go Out
Elysvarre Castle, The Collapsed Grand Hall
Midnight
Michael stood in the midst of the shattered field.
His fiery wings spread wide, blue tongues of flame danced around him, intertwining with his aura of courage and sorrow. Each beat of his heart echoed with an urgent need for retribution from the darkness, expressing his intense longing to shatter the chains of a bleak fate and reclaim hope.
The stone pillars lay broken, and shards of glass littered the marble floor.
Asmodeous hovered above.
His dark red hair shimmered with the light of his will, resembling strands of night adorned with dead stars. A promise of eternity flickered behind his sharp gaze, revealing a power capable of swallowing the world whole.
His purple-black cloak billowed with the winds of incantation, adding a magical aura to his presence. Glyphs of chains and wilted roses were faintly engraved on the fabric, each stroke of the sign carrying deep meaning that reflected both suffering and hope.
His skin, pale like cracked marble, emitted a faint red glow from the crevices. Each crack reminded Michael of unspoken sorrow, hopes shattered in despair.
A pair of obsidian horns veined with gold curved from his temples, pulsing in time with the rhythm of the world's will.
In his eyes: an unquenchable violet fire.