As they journeyed further, their path led them to a towering figure amidst the sea of beings. This being, three times the size of the others, held a scroll in his arms adorned with the words "Glory to the Great Zuriel." Avel approached with a mixture of awe and trepidation, his hand reaching out to touch the scroll made of obsidian. His eyes blazed with brilliance, the power coursing through him as he made contact with the ancient artifact.
His grip tightened on his sword, his heart drumming with excitement at the prospect of meeting Zuriel, a being of such immense power and significance. But even as Avel stood before the slumbering giant, a sense of unease gnawed at the edges of his consciousness. How long had these beings lain dormant? What secrets did they hold within their celestial forms? As he pondered these questions, he braced himself for the revelations that awaited him in the presence of the Great Zuriel.
"Awaken," Avel commanded, as his voice boomed.
The great being Zuriel began to stir, its massive form jerking as if stone were beginning to move, its ancient bones were being roused from a deep slumber. The scroll it held shattered, exploding with a deafening crack as the sheer pressure of Zuriel's awakening radiated through the air.
Zuriel screeched, its movements erratic as it grabbed at the multi-winged helmet upon its head, its movements tinged with maddened rage. Avel watched, his senses on high alert, as the energy around Zuriel exploded, sending shockwaves rippling through the air. With a force that knocked Avel back, he tumbled across the shimmering floor, his body jolting with the impact. With a swift motion, Avel halted his progress by plunging his crystal blade into the ground, using it as leverage to stand himself upright. But before he could fully regain his bearings, a powerful hand seized his face, slamming him into the ground and dragging him along with terrifying strength.
Gasping for breath, Avel kicked himself free from the being's grip, his heart pounding with adrenaline as he watched Zuriel fly further into the heavens, circling back towards him with malevolent intent.
"What is this?" Avel demanded, his voice tinged with frustration and controlled panic as he turned to Uriel and Remiel for answers.
"His mind must not have settled fully into place," Uriel shouted, his expression mirroring Avel's shock and concern.
With Zuriel's looming presence bearing down upon him once more, Avel braced himself for the onslaught, his crystal blade gleaming in the ethereal light. As the great being lunged forward, Avel spun out of the way with the grace of a seasoned warrior, his movements fluid and precise. With a flick of his wrist, he parried Zuriel's claws, the clash of their weapons echoing through the void.
Time seemed to slow as Avel engaged in combat with the monstrous entity, his fighting style a mesmerizing dance of agility and skill. He twirled and whirled, his sword flashing like lightning as he switched effortlessly between hands, each movement calculated and deliberate. With each strike and parry, he pushed himself to the limits of his abilities, his senses attuned to the slightest shift in Zuriel's movements.
He couldn't shake the feeling that he was outmatched. Zuriel's strength was otherworldly, its rage fuelled by forces beyond comprehension.
As the great being grasped a silver and gold dagger, its glinting blade reflecting the ethereal light, Avel braced himself for the onslaught to come.
With a primal roar, Zuriel lunged forward, the dagger slicing through the air with terrifying speed. Avel met the attack head-on, his crystal blade clashing against the dagger with a resounding clang. Sparks flew as the two weapons clashed, the force of their collision sending shockwaves rippling through the void.
The battle that ensued was a blur of motion and adrenaline, each combatant pushing themselves to their limits in a deadly dance of blades. Avel moved with fluid grace, his every movement calculated and precise as he dodged and weaved through Zuriel's assault. But Zuriel was relentless, its movements fuelled by a primal fury that seemed to know no bounds. With each strike of its dagger, Avel felt the force of its power, the impact reverberating through his body like a thunderclap. Yet still, he refused to yield, his determination burning bright amidst the chaos of battle.
As the fight raged on, Avel found himself using the landscape to his advantage, ducking behind towering pillars of obsidian and using them as cover from Zuriel's attacks. With each moment of respite, he assessed his opponent's movements, searching for any weakness he could exploit.
"Are you going to help?" Avel demanded, his voice ringing out amidst the clash of blades.
"We cannot attack our own. Our nature rejects it," Uriel explained, his eyes locked on the fearsome brawl unfolding before them.
With Uriel and Remiel watching from the sidelines, Avel knew that he was on his own in this fight. But even in the face of overwhelming odds, he refused to back down.