Death Angel

Raphaela's eyes widened in horror. Alex knew about faith power?

Alex, with Raphaela in tow, landed just outside the Angel City, her arrival immediately drawing the attention of the angelic guards.

They surged from the city, their forms radiating a blinding holy light, their wings beating furiously as they charged towards Alex.

Alex, however, didn't even flinch. A flick of her wrist, a mere thought, and a wave of spatial blades sliced through the air.

The blades passed through the angels effortlessly, severing them in half. Their bodies tumbled towards the ground, their holy light flickering and fading.

The spatial blades, their momentum unchecked, continued onwards, shattering the Angel City's protective barrier, cleaving through the city walls, and tearing through buildings before finally dissipating.

This casual display of power shattered Raphaela's last vestiges of hope.

King level. So powerful. It was despair-inducing.