BOOM!
With one final, blood-curdling roar, the last of the Angel elites fell. Their bodies shattered, wings torn, and feathers soaked in blood drifted through the air like ash after a wildfire.
But one still remained.
The peak Tier 16 SSS-class Angel—the last of them—was still standing, barely. His body was drenched in blood, his armor cracked and scorched, but he refused to fall. His holy sword dragged behind him, scraping sparks across the broken ground as he staggered forward, defiant to the end.
Then—Elira, Ataneya, Feylora, Seraphina, Cicero—all arrived at once, flanking Andona and Namyanna. Seven titans of power, surrounding him in a perfect circle.
BOOM!
Swordlight, dragonfire, frost, and divine radiance erupted all at once. The sky above the fifth level split open, the very fabric of space groaning under the weight of their combined might.
The Angel screamed one last time, a howl of rage and despair, before his body was consumed in a vortex of light and blood.
