The clash between Michael and Satan was not merely a duel of two powerful beings; it was a schism in the fabric of existence, a cataclysm that reverberated through the nineteen spheres of Heaven.
The force of their parry ripped the very air, turning the serene expanse of the Empyrean into a maelstrom of light and fury.
The golden light of Michael's virtue met the blazing white light of Satan's raw, untethered power, creating continuous shockwaves that tore through marble pillars and shattered the perfect crystalline structures of the surrounding celestial architecture.
Michael fought with the focused, devastating efficiency of Heaven's greatest general, his movements a perfect symphony of defense and offense.
Yet, he was immediately, brutally aware of the difference in their power.
Lucifer, or rather, Satan was stronger.
The fury that had replaced the Morningstar's emptiness had unlocked a terrifying, primal source of might.
