The angel, once a harbinger of malevolence, faced the inexorable might of the cosmic onslaught. The tendrils, like ethereal blades, cleaved through the very fabric of his being. In a cascade of cosmic luminescence, the angel of summoning was eviscerated from existence. His malevolent essence scattered into the astral winds, dissolving into the cosmic tapestry.

The woman, her celestial aura undisturbed by the cosmic display, lowered her arm. The tendrils, having fulfilled their purpose, dissipated into the astral currents. Astra and Nell, witnesses to the cosmic spectacle, felt the weight of the angel's malevolence lift from the astral realms. The battlefield, once a crucible of cosmic clash, now stood in silence, marked by the absence of the angel's dark influence.

As the echoes of the cosmic turmoil faded, the woman's gaze turned toward Astra and Nell. The celestial forces, having cleansed the astral tapestry of the angel's malevolence, radiated with a newfound serenity. The woman's ethereal form, a beacon of cosmic balance, stood as a testament to the enduring power of celestial authority.

Astra and Nell bathed in the residual energies of the celestial confrontation, exchanged a glance. The woman's presence, an enigmatic force that had guided them through the cosmic tempest, now turned toward the astral horizon. The battlefield, once a canvas of cosmic struggle, transformed into a sanctuary of rebirth.

The woman, a guardian of the astral realms, extended a hand toward Astra and Nell. The celestial energies, now a gentle current, enveloped the duo, forging a connection that transcended mortal understanding. Together, they stood at the nexus of the astral realms, witnesses to the eternal dance of creation and destruction, reborn in the aftermath of celestial upheaval.

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On the other side, three figures were about to fight. The angel of destruction first of all was ready and brimming to fight.

The twin longswords in the hands of the angel of destruction bore an otherworldly fusion of demonic and angelic craftsmanship. Forged by demons under the dire threat of annihilation, these weapons embodied a paradoxical synergy of celestial and infernal energies. The obsidian blades, infused with the essence of the abyss, radiated an ethereal dark fire that defied conventional understanding.

The forging process itself was a cosmic dance, a delicate balance between the forces of heaven and hell. Demons, compelled by the menacing aura of the angel of destruction, toiled in the depths of the underworld, channeling the malevolent essence of the abyss into the molten metal. Angelic energies, woven into the very fabric of their existence, were then interwoven, creating a dual nature that made the blades unparalleled in their potency.

The dark flames that enveloped the blades were not mere fire; they were a manifestation of the precarious alliance between celestial and demonic powers. These flames could not be extinguished by conventional means, for they drew from the ever-burning core of the abyss. The ethereal smoke left in their wake whispered of the unholy pact that had birthed these weapons, marking them as a testament to the relentless determination of an angel seeking ultimate destruction.

The onyx hair of the angel of destruction flowed with an untamed grace, echoing the chaotic energies that emanated from the dark flames of his smoldering longswords. Each strand seemed to absorb and reflect the eerie glow of the abyssal fire, creating an illusion of movement even in stillness. It was as if the shadows within the hair held a secret dance, an eternal waltz that mirrored the tumultuous nature of the cosmic forces at play.

The strands, raven-black and lustrous, framed the angel's face with an almost ethereal quality. In contrast to the fiery brilliance of his blades, the onyx hair whispered of hidden depths, of mysteries veiled in the obsidian darkness. It served as a testament to the intricate interplay between the celestial and infernal aspects that defined the very essence of the angel of destruction. Each strand, like a thread in the cosmic tapestry, bore witness to the duality inherent in his existence.

The angel of destruction's muscular physique spoke of raw, unbridled power. His form was a sculpted masterpiece, each sinew and muscle a testament to the rigorous training and celestial might he embodied. The well-defined contours of his physique hinted at a strength capable of shattering barriers and withstanding the cosmic storms that raged in the realms beyond.

His muscular build wasn't just a display of physical strength but an embodiment of the forces that coursed through his being. Every ripple and bulge seemed attuned to the cosmic energies, resonating with the dark fire that enveloped his smoldering longswords. It was a harmonious union of the corporeal and the celestial, an amalgamation of might and magic that made the angel of destruction a formidable force on the battlefield. In the dance of cosmic powers, his muscular form stood as a testament to the equilibrium he maintained between the tangible and the transcendent.

The intense crimson eyes of the angel of destruction radiated a fiery determination that mirrored the turbulent inferno dancing within the dark fires of his smoldering longswords. Each gaze held the weight of cosmic purpose, as if the very depths of his eyes were windows to a realm where destruction and creation converged in an eternal dance.

These eyes, aglow with the same dark fire that adorned his weapons, seemed to pierce through the fabric of reality. They held a profound understanding of the destructive forces that he wielded and a relentless resolve to unleash them upon any threat that dared to challenge the cosmic order. In the crimson depths of his gaze, one could glimpse the unyielding spirit of an angel bound by the duty of destruction, a force that moved in tandem with the ebb and flow of celestial currents.

The ebony wings of the angel of destruction unfurled with a majestic span, resembling the vast expanse of the midnight sky. Each feather, lustrous and dark, seemed to absorb and reflect the ambient glow of the dark fires that enveloped his longswords. As the wings extended, they created an imposing silhouette against the fiery backdrop of cosmic conflict.

These wings, both elegant and foreboding, carried an otherworldly energy that resonated with the destructive power the angel embodied. When in motion, they produced a haunting whisper, a symphony of echoes that echoed the angel's purpose – to traverse the celestial realms, bringing forth annihilation to restore cosmic balance. The combination of the dark flames and the midnight wings created an awe-inspiring sight, marking the presence of an angel whose very essence was intertwined with the forces of destruction.

The angel of destruction was cloaked in an aura of palpable darkness, a shroud that clung to him like a sentient entity. This ominous presence, an extension of the destructive forces he wielded, wrapped around him like an ethereal cloak. The shadows that comprised the dark aura whispered ancient secrets of cosmic destruction, and within their depths, one could glimpse the turbulent echoes of countless battles fought to maintain the equilibrium of the celestial realms.

As the angel moved, the dark aura rippled with an unsettling fluidity, echoing the fluid dance of the shadows cast by his smoldering longswords. It was a manifestation of his commitment to cosmic balance through destruction, a testament to the symbiotic relationship between the celestial and the abyssal. Those who faced the angel of destruction couldn't escape the oppressive weight of his dark aura, an intangible force that foreshadowed the imminent annihilation he could unleash upon the cosmic tapestry.

The angel of destruction bore an obsidian armor that clung to his muscular frame, a formidable defense etched with otherworldly patterns. The dark surface of the armor seemed to pulse with innate energy as if the very essence of the abyss had been woven into its structure. Intricate designs, reminiscent of cosmic runes, adorned the surface, their movements giving an illusion of life to the otherwise inert material.

As the angel moved, the obsidian armor responded with an eerie flexibility, the cosmic patterns shifting and undulating in harmony with his every motion. This supernatural symbiosis between the celestial being and his protective garb attested to the craftsmanship of demonic forgers, compelled to create a defense that bore both angelic and demonic properties. The obsidian armor was not merely a physical barrier; it was a manifestation of the delicate equilibrium maintained between the forces of creation and destruction.

The sinister aura exuded by the angel of destruction permeated the battlefield, casting a palpable sense of impending doom. As he moved, the malevolent energy clung to him like a shroud, distorting the very fabric of reality around his form. The air itself seemed to quiver with unease as if recoiling from the unnatural darkness that radiated from the celestial being.

Observers on the battlefield could feel the weight of this sinister aura pressing down upon them, a metaphysical force that sent shivers down their spines. It was as though the very essence of cosmic chaos had taken residence within the angel, manifesting in an ominous presence that announced the arrival of impending catastrophe. The sinister aura was not just a byproduct of his destructive powers; it was an integral aspect of the celestial force that animated his every movement and fueled his relentless pursuit of annihilation.

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