With a beat of his wings, the Duke of Wyvern transformed into a bolt of lightning, hurtling towards Ansel's face. His dragon claws, wreathed in electric fury, struck the shield before Ansel.
Simultaneously, an iron-hued pillar of light, bearing an annihilating essence akin to the earlier black death, surged forth. An ice-blue arrow, seemingly transcending space and time, materialized at Ansel's brow. A bestial energy wave roared, its very sound rending souls. A berserker charged with a massive blade, stirring a tidal wave of power that even the endless blood flames momentarily recoiled from.
Seven more individuals launched their attacks on Ansel in perfect unison. The surge of ether and terrifying power shook the blood flame-filled realm, creating the illusion that space itself might collapse.