925 Holy Maiden’s Appearance

As the battle raged on between Gaya, Xanali, and the Guardians, Azazel found himself singlehandedly fighting off the Guardian airships. His strength seemed to grow with each passing minute, and he couldn't help but think about the Dark Lord. His mind was consumed with the thought that wherever the Dark Lord was, he was growing in power, and this power was somehow being transferred to Azazel.

The air was thick with the acrid scent of smoke and the clash of metal as Azazel singlehandedly took on the Guardian airships. His muscles bulged and rippled under his skin as his strength grew by the minute, fueled by his connection to the Dark Lord. He couldn't help but revel in the feeling of power coursing through his veins, knowing that the Dark Lord was behind it all.