Chapter 328 The Unquenchable Flame — The Beginning of the Heir’s Rise
Elysvarre Castle
The Night Still Hangs
The final wave of clash between the fiery judgment of Michael and the relentless will of Desire Asmodeus shook the entire palace, causing tremendous vibrations that echoed down to the bedrock. This catastrophic confrontation created an oppressive atmosphere that seemed to undermine the very foundations of both good and evil, illustrating the intense moral conflict at play.
Massive stones floated in mid-air, suspended as if time had stopped, before ultimately crashing down with a terrifying force.
The palace floor, once a symbol of strength and luxury, now lay cracked and in ruins; however, the barrier formed by the Voidwright glyphs—the Aegis of Unnamed Will—stood resolutely, creating a powerful shield that protected Sheena from the encroaching threats, a testament to the resilience of hope amidst despair.
All around, the golden-yellow light of the glyphs vibrated with a thrilling intensity, as if responding to every magical resonance echoing through the hall, casting giant shadows that danced upon the grand walls of the palace.
Michael stood firm despite his heavy breaths, a testament to the bitter reality of the battle that had unfolded.
His fiery wings, once blazing like the stars at night, now began to dim, losing the strength that had made them soar majestically.
Yet, amidst the deafening silence, a beam of light from the glyphs gently illuminated his face, highlighting the courage etched within him and the almost unbearable vulnerability he possessed, crafting a symbol of hope on the brink of fading into the encroaching darkness, reminiscent of morning dew facing the burning rays of the sun.
Asmodeus also staggered, his dark red hair tangled in the dramatic chaos of the night.
Parts of his cloak were scorched by divine fire, scars from an inevitable duel.