As Jacob and Michael clashed in the heart of the bustling city, Azrael and Mark watched on with a mixture of awe and concern. Discover hidden tales at My Virtual Library Empire
"Damn, look at them go!" Mark exclaid, his eyes wide with amazent as he watched the two warriors exchange blows. "Jacob's really giving it his all, but Michael... He's like a brick wall, blocking every punch without even breaking a sweat!"
Azrael nodded in agreent, his brow furrowed with worry. "Yeah, it's like Jacob's hitting a solid steel wall. And did you see that? One punch from Jacob and a three-hundred-ter building collapsed! Michael's body must be tougher than we thought!"
Mark let out a low whistle, his eyes fixed on the unfolding battle. "That's insane! I an, we always knew Jacob was strong, but to take on soone like Michael... He must be on a whole other level!"
As they watched Jacob continue to unleash a barrage of attacks, Azrael couldn't help but feel a pang of concern. "I just hope Jacob knows what he's doing. Michael may not be fighting back, but that doesn't an he's not dangerous. He's way too arrogant for my liking."
Mark nodded in agreent, his gaze never leaving the two warriors. "Yeah, you're right. Michael's confidence is off the charts. But sothing tells there's more to him than ets the eye. I just hope Jacob can handle whatever he's got up his sleeve."
As the battle raged on, Jacob's determination never wavered, his every movent fueled by a burning desire to prove himself. But despite his best efforts, Michael remained unfazed, his stoic expression never once faltering.
And then, in a sudden burst of speed, Michael launched a devastating counterattack, catching Jacob off guard and sending him sprawling to the ground.
Azrael and Mark gasped in horror as they watched Jacob struggle to his feet, blood trickling from a gash on his forehead. "Damn it, Jacob! Watch out!" Mark shouted, his voice filled with urgency.
But it was too late. With a swift and decisive motion, Michael delivered a final blow that sent Jacob crashing to the ground, defeated.
As Jacob lay there, battered and bruised, Azrael and Mark rushed to his side, their faces etched with concern. "Jacob, are you okay?" Azrael asked, his voice filled with worry.
Jacob nodded weakly, a grimace of pain crossing his face. "I'll be fine. Just... need a mont to catch my breath."
As they helped Jacob to his feet, Azrael couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. "That Michael guy... There's sothing about him that doesn't sit right with . I don't trust him."
Mark nodded in agreent, his eyes narrowed with suspicion. "Yeah, I know what you an. There's definitely more to him than ets the eye. And whatever it is, I have a feeling it's not good news for us."
As Jacob and Michael clashed in a fierce battle, Azrael and Mark could hardly believe their eyes at the unfolding spectacle.
"Dude, what the hell is that behind Michael?" Mark exclaid, pointing to the ominous wings made of blood that sprouted from Michael's back. "Is that... blood?"
Azrael's eyes widened in shock as he took in the sight. "I-I think you're right. Those wings... they're made of blood. But how is that even possible?"
Before they could dwell on the strange sight any longer, their attention was drawn back to the intense fight playing out before them.
As Michael unleashed a devastating attack with his blood wings, Azrael and Mark could only watch in horror as Jacob was struck down, his body limp and lifeless.
"No... Jacob..." Azrael whispered, his heart heavy with grief. "He didn't stand a chance against those wings. That's just... too cruel."
Mark clenched his fists in anger, his eyes blazing with determination. "We have to avenge him, Azrael. We can't let Michael get away with this."
With a shared resolve, Azrael and Mark charged forward, their fists clenched tight as they prepared to confront Michael and put an end to his reign of terror.
But as they approached, Michael's power beca even more evident, his every move calculated and precise. With a single kick, he shattered Jacob's Thunder Dragon, leaving Azrael and Mark stunned by the sheer force of his strength.
"Damn it!" Mark cursed, his voice filled with frustration. "How are we supposed to fight against soone like him? He's like a goddamn monster!"
Azrael's jaw tightened with determination as he t Michael's gaze head-on. "We may not have Jacob's strength, but we have sothing he doesn't: the will to fight for what's right. And we won't let him get away with what he's done."
As Michael stood before Azrael and Mark, his voice dripped with contempt as he addressed them.
"Weakness disgusts ," he sneered, his gaze cold and calculating. "Jacob was weak, so I killed him. It's as simple as that."
Azrael's fists clenched at his sides, his anger simring beneath the surface. "You... you're a monster, Michael. Killing Jacob like that..."
But Michael rely laughed, his eyes alight with a manic fervor. "Monster? No, my friends. I am no re monster. I am God."
Azrael's eyes widened in disbelief, unable to comprehend the audacity of Michael's claim. "God? You... you can't be serious..."
But Michael's expression remained unchanged, his arrogance swelling with each passing mont. "Oh, but I am serious. I am a blood angel and a shadow angel, a being of unparalleled power. Those who dare to defy shall face the consequences."
Mark stepped forward, his jaw set with determination. "You may think you're so kind of god, Michael, but you're nothing more than a tyrant. And we won't bow down to you."
Michael's lips curled into a cruel smile, his eyes gleaming with malice. "Foolish mortals," he spat, his voice dripping with contempt. "You are nothing but ants in the presence of a god like . I am absolute."
But Azrael refused to back down, his resolve unyielding in the face of Michael's arrogance. "We may be mortal, but we have sothing you'll never understand: the strength of our convictions. And we'll fight you with every ounce of our being."
"I need to find Caleb. I don't have ti to waste with garbage like you." Michael sealed off the portal where he ca from and smirked.
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