Lucy Vs Gale Overlord

Lucy's white wings flared briefly as she stopped before the throne, folding them behind her. Her golden aura shimmered faintly as her Angel of Redemption: Gabriel gift pulsed around her, radiating with divine energy.

She spoke, her voice unyielding and commanding. "You've hidden behind storms and pride for long enough. Submit to the unification, or fall."

The Gale Overlord rose slowly, his cane tapping the stone floor.

With every step forward, the winds around him coiled tighter, their fury rattling the chamber. "Your light may have blinded the weak among us," he said, disdain lacing his tone. "But no storm bows to the light."

Lucy smirked, her golden aura intensifying. "Good," she said, spreading her wings wide.

The radiance of her feathers reflected the divine brilliance surrounding her, a stark contrast to the oppressive winds in the chamber. "I'd hate for this to be boring."

With a sharp motion, the Gale Overlord raised his cane high.