"If you think revealing the death of someone irrelevant will give you a chance to escape, you're sorely mistaken. Don't forget we're devils;
"If you think revealing the death of someone irrelevant will give you a chance to escape, you're sorely mistaken. Don't forget we're devils; we should be celebrating God's death."
After comforting Asia, Arthas turned to Kokabiel, a cold smile playing on his lips.
"Escape?! Are you joking? Who do you think you are?! Brat, don't get cocky. My next attack will show you what absolute power means!"
Kokabiel's furious outburst couldn't hide the underlying fear in his voice.
Kokabiel was afraid. His survival in the Great War wasn't due to strength, but to his self-preservation.
He was cruel, violent, and war-loving, but he valued his own life above all else. He wouldn't engage in a desperate fight against a stronger opponent.
The war he craved was merely the slaughter of the weak, a means to satisfy his sadistic desires.
In their brief battle, Kokabiel felt an indescribable pressure, reminiscent of the Twilight of the Gods.
In that war where even gods fell, Kokabiel was insignificant. He'd felt the pressure of those who could easily kill him many times. Arthas's aura was elusive, yet it exerted immense pressure on Kokabiel.
The feeling of impending death, the crushing weight of it.
Suddenly, both Arthas and Kokabiel's attention was drawn to the sky. A powerful, unknown energy rapidly approached through the darkness.
Rias and the others also sensed something amiss.
Whoosh!
An indescribable wave of tension and fear washed over everyone.
Then, an overwhelming, despair-inducing power descended from the sky.
Crack!
White light sliced through the darkness, descending from the heavens. At that speed, the impact would have created a crater, raising a dust storm.
But none of that happened.
The white light illuminated everyone.
A white figure, radiating brilliance that banished all shadows, hovered above the ground.
Full white armor, adorned with jewels, completely concealing the wearer's face.
Eight luminous wings spread behind it, slicing through the night, emitting a holy light.
"Albion…" Kokabiel said solemnly, recognizing the figure.
"One of the Divine Dividing Class, 'Albion's Wings'… It's taken the form of armor. That means it's in its Forbidden Art state, 'Albion's Armor'."
Kokabiel clicked his tongue, his eyes revealing deep apprehension.
"White thing! What do you want?!"
As Kokabiel shouted, his black wings fluttered.
Instantly, blood sprayed from his body.
"Like crow feathers. A rather dirty color. Azazel's feathers are darker, a more typical black." Smiling faintly, Albion, with impossible speed, had torn Kokabiel's wing, holding the severed wing in their armored hand. From the voice, Albion was a young male.
"You… you bastard! My wing!"
Having his wing severed twice in such a short time, Kokabiel raged, but Albion merely smiled indifferently.
"It's a mark of depravity. Those who fall to the ground don't need wings, do they? Are you still planning to fly?"
"Albion! Are you defying me?!"
Though Kokabiel summoned countless spears of light, Albion remained unmoved.
"My name is Albion."
"Divide!" A strange voice echoed as Albion declared their name.
Kokabiel's aura instantly weakened.
Half of the floating light spears vanished.
"One of the abilities of my Divine Dividing Class, 'Albion's Wings.' Within ten seconds, it halves the power of anyone it touches. Your power becomes my sustenance. Time's short. Fall quickly, become weaker than a human."
Arthas watched intently, unable to comprehend what had just happened. He only knew it was an incomprehensible power, instantly halving Kokabiel's strength.
This… was the power of a Divine Dividing Class?
'Albion's Wings,' one of the world's most famous Divine Dividing Class weapons, was revealed before Arthas, its overwhelming power undeniable. Even Arthas wouldn't face it head-on.
Kokabiel, flapping his remaining wings, faced Albion, but he was completely outmatched by Albion's lightspeed movements.
After several exchanges, Kokabiel's movements had slowed to the point where everyone present could easily handle him.
"He's only at the mid-level Fallen Angel level now. How boring. I thought it would be more exciting… but it's over."
Whoosh!
Albion vanished from sight, a streak of light tracing its path as it flew towards Kokabiel.
Thud!
Albion's fist pierced deep into Kokabiel's abdomen, bending his body. Blood and vomit spilled from Kokabiel's mouth.
"Im… impossible… I… I…"
"Oh, my. Such a cliché line. Impossible? I? What's next? How could this be?"
Albion laughed freely.
"Azazel said to bring you back, even if it means a fight. You went a bit overboard."
"You… so it was Azazel… Azazel~~~~~! I… I~~~~~~!"
Thud!
Albion's fist struck Kokabiel's face.
Crack…
Kokabiel collapsed, his power gone.
The ten-winged Fallen Angel executive lay on the ground like a dead dog, hoisted onto Albion's shoulder.
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