On the two children's chests, blue light shimmered. They glowed like the crying moon. It was as beautiful as it made the demons and Revenants alike felt their skin crawl. The two continued their massacres, tainting the sacred light with the blood of the owner's clone.
However, the cold light of their manifested qi stopped their dance when Angel pulled Azazil on his collar and into Naor's side, "Quickly, move!" she cried, alarmed.
Azazil saw what she was running from through his peripheral vision. It was not coming from the front but from the back a maelstrom of vermillion flames.
The two got to the injured Naor. It was Angel who made the first move, the evergreen wind moved, and the deep waters followed, a storm formed around them.
BOOM!
An explosion followed as the Maelstrom of flames slammed into the dome of water and wind. The Maelstrom parted and the Revenants and Demons behind them disintegrated into ashes without a fight.