Chapter 74: Is there an abyss in the abyss ? - 9
It roared—an awful sound of pain and rage, its divine wing spasming, its warped one bursting with ichor that boiled away in the light.
For the first time since it appeared, the corrupted angel looked shaken, its milky blue eye flickering, its certainty faltering.
The women pressed forward, step by step, forcing it toward the edge of the holy light, dragging it back each time it tried to retreat into the mist, battering it with fang, claw, thorn, and flame.
"You won’t touch him," Virelya hissed, her six heads speaking in unison, their golden eyes blazing.
"You won’t win," Nyxsha growled, her golden eyes burning with primal fury, her massive form unyielding despite her wounds.
Sylvara’s voice was cold, almost pitying, her amber eyes steady. "And you will fall," she said, her thorned spear twisting deeper, crimson sap mixing with the angel’s ichor.
The angel struck back with a scream that split the air, its monstrous wing flaring, blasting rot in every direction, a wave of despair that pressed against the holy barrier.
Azareel’s glyphs flared brighter, holding the decay at bay, but the women were driven half a step back, their forms trembling under the sheer force.
Still, they stood, their monstrous forms unyielding, their wounds bleeding but their resolve unbroken.
They struck again—Nyxsha’s claws caught the angel’s abyssal wing, violet flames bursting along the blackened membrane, devouring rot and sinew in a violent cascade that lit the void with searing light.
Virelya’s venom burned into its flesh, sizzling through layers of corrupted muscle, while Sylvara’s thorned arms coiled tighter around its chest, thorns biting deep and drawing thick streams of black ichor that hissed where they fell, eating holes into the polished stone.
The angel screamed, its voice splitting the air like a dying storm, a wail of rage and despair that rattled the ground beneath their feet.