Heaven Will Not Fall
Azrael found himself ensnared in the enigma of memory loss, a veil obscuring his origins and history. The contours of his past had dissolved into an abyss of oblivion, leaving him with fragments of recollections pertaining to an unfamiliar realm. Amidst this disarray, one unwavering certainty remained: he bore a purpose that had propelled him to this enigmatic place.
supernatural
A frenzied onslaught ensued as Mr. Yang's men lunged at Azrael, intent on silencing his defiance. However, Azrael's movements transcended the realm of ordinary human capabilities. With uncanny precision and agility, he navigated their attacks with an almost preternatural grace, each kick and punch missing its mark as he effortlessly evaded their strikes.
His movements were a mesmerizing dance of evasion, a testament to his heightened senses and reflexes. The men's efforts were rendered futile in the face of Azrael's remarkable prowess, their strikes finding only empty air as he dodged with a grace that bordered on the supernatural.