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.
Reborn
With a menacing grin, Leviathan raised his arms, calling upon the dark forces that obeyed his every command. The air crackled with malevolent energy as he summoned his signature weapon—a trident that seemed forged in the heart of the abyss itself. The weapon gleamed with a sinister luster, its prongs sharp and deadly, promising a swift demise to anyone who dared to challenge its master.
As Leviathan clenched his hands around the trident's handle, the very ground beneath him seemed to tremble in submission. Dark tendrils of envy-infused energy snaked around the trident, enhancing its already formidable power. The weapon pulsed with an eerie, otherworldly glow, reflecting the malicious intent of its wielder.