The arena trembled under the footsteps of Ashura, his three faces screaming in madness, his six weapons swirling with destruction. In front of him stood Aletheia, with Falkoris on her right and Dragmor on her left.
Ashura roared:
"HAHAHA! This is what I want! Strong enemies… to satisfy my hunger for blood!!"
He rushed forward, a double strike from his scythes was blocked by Dragmor's wings, but the shockwave shattered the ground beneath his feet. From behind, Falkoris dashed and cut off one of Ashura's arms, but the limb grew back instantly, his mad laughter filling the air:
"Do you think you can defeat me?!!!"
Aletheia raised her hands, a beam of light burst forth, covering the arena and burning away waves of dark energy. But Ashura lunged at her with all six weapons at once, nearly piercing her defense, if not for Falkoris intervening, blocking the final strike with his full charge.
Narrator: "The battle was not a clash of bodies, but of wills. Ashura was a beast that would not fall, growing more insane with every wound, while the three fought desperately as one body to avoid defeat."
On the other side of the battlefield…
Oungan and Poseidon carved their way through hordes of demons and ghouls. Oungan's sword severed heads without pause, each step leaving behind piles of corpses, while Poseidon unleashed waves of dark water that transformed into blades, tearing through enemy ranks.
Morlock (father of Asmodeus) bellowed:
"Stop them at once!!!"
But Oungan roared back:
"I'll slaughter all… your soldiers!!!"
With a single slash he tore apart ten bodies, while Poseidon's rising waves crushed the remnants of an entire battalion.
Meanwhile, in another front…
Hades clung to Phinikeiros' leg as he soared through the air.
Hades whispered:
"We're close… Asmodeus awaits."
Phinikeiros smirked, his eyes glowing with joy:
"I'll face him first… I'll slit his throat before you do."
Ahead of them, Asmodeus sat upon a massive boulder. His body was covered in horns and chains, his eyes burning like twin embers.
He said with mocking voice:
"At last… some worthy opponents."
Back in the battlefield of the sky, Ashura laughed in madness, blood soaking the ground. Aletheia, Falkoris, and Dragmor were all wounded, yet still stood with unyielding resolve.
Ashura's laughter escalated:
"I want to see which of you will fall first!"
The first strike targeted Dragmor, who blocked it with his wing, though blood spilled from his mouth.
The second rushed toward Falkoris, nearly decapitating him, but Aletheia shielded him just in time.
Aletheia: "Now I've repaid my debt."
The third strike shot directly at Aletheia, but she suddenly raised her hands, manifesting a shield that absorbed the impact. Smiling at Ashura she declared:
"This wound on my leg… I'll return it by cutting off your heads!"
A wild grin spread across Ashura's three faces, before he screamed in hysteria:
"I can't wait any longer—COME TO ME!"
Asmodeus vs. Hades & Phinikeiros
Asmodeus smirked wickedly and said:
"Power… do you know what it truly means? It is neither courage nor honor, but the ability to crush everything without a single blink."
Hades replied, his voice cold as death:
"True power… is to erase fear from within yourself, not to plant it in the hearts of others."
Asmodeus snarled:
"Empty words! Power is nothing but imposing your existence, even if the whole world burns to ashes."
Phinikeiros stepped forward, his voice defiant:
"Power… is protecting those you trust, even if it costs your life."
Asmodeus raised his hand, and black flames erupted, towering behind him like burning pillars:
"Then let me show you… the meaning of demonic power. I see everyone as fragile dust beneath my feet!"
And thus the clash erupted:
Hades charged first, his chains spinning in the air, twin daggers lunging like fangs to coil around Asmodeus' body.
Phinikeiros followed from above, his sword crashing down with mountain-breaking force.
But Asmodeus unleashed his iron chains, colliding with Hades' daggers, exploding in hellish sparks, while with another arm he blocked Phinikeiros' strike.
Asmodeus roared:
"Well done, you little pests!!!"
This was no ordinary battle… but a clash between three definitions of power: the absolute might of demons, the protective force of guardians, and the merciless strength of the shadows.