Azrael, finishing off several shadows, spotted an ice cream stand with the vendor still inside, trembling among the chaos.
Azrael: (pointing his shadow sword, deep voice) Miserable human, give me one of those ice creams or I'll cut out your tongue.
Vendor: (stammering, hands raised) Y-yes! Whatever you want, sir! Vanilla, strawberry… chocolate?
Azrael: (disinterested) Just make it quick. And make it alcoholic.
(The vendor, pale as paper, rushes to prepare the order while Azrael leans on his sword, watching the surroundings.)
Meanwhile, Crescent Sun 7 appeared in the Human Domain at the request of Crescent Sun 6, descending with an icy calm that even silenced the wind.
Crescent Sun 7: (looking around coldly) Well… this seems a bit chaotic.
(A shadow approached from behind, intending to attack; Crescent Sun 7 raised her hand lazily and, with a sharp motion, snapped the creature's neck with the flat side of her weapon. The shadow dissolved into smoke without a sound.)
Crescent Sun 7: (raising an eyebrow, emotionless) They really brought me here for this? Pathetic.
(Azrael, watching the scene with his ice cream in hand, fixed his gaze on Crescent Sun 7 with a mix of surprise and restrained amusement.)
Azrael: (muttering) Well, at least you brought style, huh?
Crescent Sun 7: (coldly) Keep your amusement, Azrael. This is just getting started.
Suddenly, a shadow appeared in front of Crescent Sun 7. Its presence was different: denser, more suffocating, more dangerous than the others.
Crescent Sun 7: (calmly) And you are…?
Shadow: (deep, resonant voice) I am one of the Three Shadow Monarchs. Engrave it in your memory, pathetic goddess.
Azrael: (licking his ice cream, unfazed) Ah… so you're a special class one… Let me warn you, monster, if you stain my ice cream, I'll annihilate you.
Crescent Sun 7: (raising an eyebrow, annoyed) And to think they named you Crescent Sun 2… what a pain.
Azrael: (glancing at her, half-smiling) Woman, don't be like that… or do you enjoy provoking me?
The shadow lunged at Azrael, but he dodged with a fluid motion.
Azrael: (shouting, offended) Heyyy! My ice cream, monster!
Crescent Sun 7 takes the opportunity to strike. Her light sword clashes with the Monarch's dark sword, each impact generating an explosion of energy that raises a curtain of smoke.
Azrael appears seated on a nearby rooftop, protecting his ice cream as if it were a treasure.
Azrael: (teary-eyed) Ah… good thing I moved fast, or my ice cream would be covered in crap.
Crescent Sun 7: (serious, panting) Ha… looks like this will be a tough fight.
Azrael: (raising his fist, cheering like a spectator) Come on, Crescent Sun 7! I know you can beat them!
Meanwhile, Hanzo raises his spear to the sky.
Hanzo: Divine Spear Aeternos, Form One! Rotation!
A gigantic cyclone emerges, wiping out nearly half the city and pulverizing all shadows in its path.
Azrael: MY ICED CREAM!! HANZOOOO!!
The scream was so deafening that the cyclone immediately lost power and the spear returned to Hanzo's hands.
Hanzo: Azrael! What the hell are you doing?!
Azrael: And you, what the hell are you doing?! My ice cream went flying!
Hanzo: And who eats ice cream in the middle of a battle?!
Azrael: (striking a ridiculously proud pose) Me… the King of Sombrafel, of course. (winks exaggeratedly)
Hanzo: (making a comically disgusted face) Ugh… disgusting…
Azrael: Anyway, I'm finishing this now… shadow magic… Shadoukuron!
20,000 clones of Azrael appear.
Azrael: Kill every damn shadow that crosses your path!
The clones, expressionless, vanish in a blink, causing earthquakes and massive destruction across the city.
Crescent Sun 7: Mmhh… two thousand… ten thousand… YOU'RE KILLING INNOCENTS!!
Azrael: Ah… clones, return to me!
The clones disappear.
Azrael: That's what happens for messing with my ice cream.
The shadow fighting Crescent Sun 7 starts laughing.
Shadow: HAHAHA, so Azrael is here, huh? Now I see why I couldn't hit you… I don't have omniscience.
Azrael: Hmm… and why should I care what you have or don't have? You'll die anyway.
Azrael appears in front of her, piercing her with his sword, but at that moment the shadow shifts bodies and only the previous body is struck.
Azrael: Ah… you don't have omniscience, but you use magic to protect yourself from it. What a fiasco.
Shadow: I-it's incredible the power you possess… for now, I'll retreat.
The Aeternos Spear pierces the shadow, but it shifts bodies again.
Shadow: I said I'm one of the three monarchs… if you want to kill me, it will be difficult.
The shadow begins to summon other shadows.
Hanzo: What are you doing?
Shadow: Have fun… (disappears)
Azrael: One problem after another…
The shadows try to attack, but Crescent Sun 7 eliminates them in a blink.
Crescent Sun 7: Our work here is done.
Hanzo: Not yet…
Hanzo raises a finger and says: Celestial Creation Magic… Fukugen…
Everything returns to normal.
Azrael: Alright, I'm leaving. If any shadows remain, one of my clones will exterminate them.
Hanzo: Yes, excellent idea. I'll leave one too… Tentai no Kuron!
Azrael: Ah yes… fine.
Crescent Sun 7 creates a portal and enters.
Azrael: Well… it's been a good hunt, perhaps.
Hanzo: Without a doubt.