The Great Flood 5
Azazel, frustrated by the resilience of his opponents, unleashed another surge of dark energy. "You are but delaying the inevitable," he snarled, his voice filled with venom. "You cannot withstand our power forever."
Lucifer, his aura crackling with defiant energy, met Azazel's gaze. "We don't need to," he retorted, his voice steady. "We just need to outlast you."
Michael, seeing an opening, surged forward with a burst of divine energy. His sword clashed with Azazel's, the impact sending shockwaves through the air. "You have underestimated us, Azazel," he declared, his voice filled with righteous fury. "And that will be your downfall."
Gabriel and Uriel, their movements synchronized, joined Michael in his assault. Their combined might pushed Azazel back, forcing him to defend against their relentless onslaught. "You cannot win against the light," Gabriel intoned, his spear blazing with celestial fire.