Rage fire

The ground trembled violently beneath Alexander's feet, as if the very earth itself was responding to the overwhelming force of his killing intent. Bloodlust, thick and suffocating, filled the air, stretching across the entire battlefield and city. The sheer weight of it brought a crushing silence, leaving both allies and enemies paralyzed with fear. No one could move—not even the seasoned warriors of the Celestial army or the vicious hordes of the Shadow Empire.

Kane, wide-eyed and visibly shaken, could barely muster a response as Alexander approached, carrying Ty's lifeless body in his arms. The sorrow in Alexander's gaze was matched only by the terrifying aura of rage that now surrounded him.

"Kane," Alexander's voice was low, but it commanded absolute authority. "Take her. Get her out of here. Keep her safe."

Kane, trembling from the intensity of the moment, nodded without a word. His hands trembled as he gently took Ty's body, his heart heavy with grief. Despite the terror he felt, he understood that this was not a moment for hesitation. He turned and hurried off, Ty's body cradled in his arms, tears welling in his eyes.

Alexander's focus then shifted to one of the angelic warriors nearby. "Take Dr. Jin's body," he ordered coldly, his tone leaving no room for discussion. The angel, pale with fear and still stunned by Alexander's bloodlust, gave a quick nod and immediately went to retrieve Dr. Jin's fallen form.

The battlefield had fallen into a deathly stillness. Even the most brutal of the enemies—orc commanders, vampire elites, and beastmen generals—stood frozen, their blood running cold in the face of Alexander's unbridled fury. The sheer magnitude of his killing intent left them unable to speak or move.

Bloodslicer, however, wasn't as easily cowed. His mechanical eyes glared with malice as he watched Alexander seemingly turn his back on him. "How dare you show your back to me!" he spat, his cybernetic limbs whirring as he prepared to attack.

But before Bloodslicer could finish his sentence, there was a flash of movement. Alexander was upon him in an instant, faster than anyone could react. With one fluid, effortless motion, Alexander's sword cleaved through Bloodslicer's mechanical arm, severing it from his body. Sparks flew, and the Shadow Knight staggered back in shock, pain flaring through his cybernetic systems.

Alexander's eyes, now burning with a terrifying intensity, locked onto Bloodslicer. His voice was calm, deadly, and ice-cold.

"Shut up," he said, his words slicing through the air with as much finality as his blade. "Stop talking."

Bloodslicer, now disarmed and in pain, could only stare in disbelief as Alexander stood before him, radiating an aura of absolute destruction. Everyone else remained frozen, their terror palpable. Alexander's next move would be nothing short of devastating, and everyone could feel it.

As the black flames began to spread from Alexander's demonic left eye, the atmosphere of the battlefield transformed into something far darker and more nightmarish. The flames, fueled by his overwhelming rage and grief, consumed everything in their path. They flickered and roared, moving like sentient tendrils of destruction, and as they touched the first enemy, an inferno was unleashed.

"Now burn," Alexander commanded, his voice a calm yet terrifying whisper.

Instantly, the black flames erupted outward, enveloping the entire battlefield in an unstoppable wave of fire. The enemies—orc warlords, vampire generals, beastmen, and all those who stood against the allied forces—had no time to react. Their screams were cut short as the flames devoured them, burning them from the inside out. It was as though the fire itself fed on their very souls, leaving no trace of their existence.

The inferno spread like a plague, burning millions of enemies alive in an instant. Bodies disintegrated in seconds, reduced to nothing before even their screams could fully escape their throats. The flames showed no mercy, purging the battlefield of every last foe. Those who had once stood tall and defiant were now mere memories, erased from existence by Alexander's overwhelming power.

Allies stood frozen, unable to comprehend the magnitude of what they were witnessing. The black fire moved with purpose, yet it spared the allied forces, leaving them untouched as it swept through the legions of enemies. The battlefield, once a scene of endless carnage and chaos, was cleansed entirely of enemy forces within moments.

When the flames finally receded, there was nothing left—not even ash. The battlefield was eerily silent, the air thick with the lingering heat of the black flames, but no trace of the millions of enemies remained. Alexander's power had wiped them from existence as though they had never been there.

As the last embers of the fire flickered and died, Alexander stood at the center of it all, his demonic left eye still glowing with residual flames. His expression remained cold and distant, his grief and rage now simmering beneath the surface.

The battlefield was clean, devoid of any enemy presence. The war, for the moment, had come to a haunting standstill, with only the silence of victory echoing in the stillness.

As Zadkiel charged at Alexander with blinding speed, the air around them seemed to crackle with raw energy. His sword, black as night and pulsing with malevolent magic, came crashing down on Alexander, who swiftly raised his own blade to block it. The impact created an earth-shattering shockwave that erupted from their clash, sending allies and debris flying across the battlefield like leaves in a storm. The sheer force was enough to level nearby structures, and a violent gust of wind surged outwards, momentarily turning the battlefield into a hurricane of chaos.

Alexander gritted his teeth, pushing against the weight of Zadkiel's strike, sparks flying as their swords locked together. Blood trickled down Alexander's arm, the force of the blow threatening to crush his bones. But he stood firm, his eyes ablaze with fury and focus.

With a roar, they broke apart, each taking a step back before charging in again. Alexander's movements were precise and deadly, his form honed by years of brutal combat and training. Zadkiel, however, was no less formidable, his strikes wild yet calculated, fueled by his dark power.

**Brutal Combat**

Zadkiel unleashed a rapid flurry of slashes, each one filled with the intent to kill. Alexander ducked under the first swing, sidestepped the second, and parried the third. His movements were fluid, almost like a dance, the elegance of martial arts combined with the lethal grace of a seasoned warrior. He countered with a spinning kick to Zadkiel's side, landing a brutal hit that sent a shock of pain through his brother's body. The force of the kick cracked Zadkiel's ribs, but the dark prince only smiled through the pain, his eyes glowing with murderous intent.

Zadkiel retaliated with a vicious punch to Alexander's chest, the impact so strong it drove him back several feet. Blood sprayed from Alexander's mouth as he was forced to block another attack with his forearm. Zadkiel's fist collided with his body, shattering bones and sending waves of agony through him. Alexander grunted but didn't falter. He retaliated with an elbow strike to Zadkiel's face, followed by a swift knee to his stomach.

**Hand-to-Hand Combat**

The two warriors transitioned into hand-to-hand combat, their swords temporarily forgotten. Zadkiel launched a series of savage punches, each one faster than the last. Alexander expertly blocked and dodged, deflecting each blow with precision. With a sudden burst of speed, Alexander grabbed Zadkiel's arm, twisting it at an unnatural angle before delivering a devastating roundhouse kick to his face, sending him flying across the battlefield.

Zadkiel crashed into the ground but was up in an instant, his face bloodied but his smile wide. He lunged at Alexander with a brutal uppercut, connecting hard and sending Alexander staggering. Before Alexander could fully recover, Zadkiel grabbed him by the throat, lifting him off the ground, his grip tightening.

With a snarl, Alexander raised his hand and summoned a wave of black flames from his left eye, blasting Zadkiel with hellfire at point-blank range. The flames engulfed Zadkiel, burning through his armor and searing his skin, but he only laughed through the pain, his dark energy absorbing some of the flames as he tossed Alexander aside like a ragdoll.

**Kung Fu and Magic**

Alexander recovered mid-air, flipping backward and landing on his feet in a crouch. Without missing a beat, he launched forward again, his body moving with the grace of a kung fu master. He executed a series of rapid, powerful strikes—open palm hits to Zadkiel's chest, precise jabs aimed at pressure points, and lightning-fast kicks to his legs. Each hit was meant to weaken his brother, to drain him of the energy he was siphoning from the battlefield.

Zadkiel, however, responded in kind, unleashing his own dark martial arts. His movements were a deadly blend of brutality and grace, his strikes infused with magic. He channeled dark energy into his fists, every punch exploding with raw power. He dodged one of Alexander's kicks, grabbing his leg mid-motion and twisting it before sending him crashing into the ground.

Before Alexander could rise, Zadkiel raised his hand, summoning jagged spikes of dark magic from the earth to impale him. Alexander rolled to the side just in time, the spikes narrowly missing him. He jumped to his feet, summoning the last of his strength, and charged again.

**Final Exchange**

Their battle escalated as both warriors unleashed their full power. Blood flew from their bodies with each strike, their bones cracking under the intensity of their fight. Alexander's sword returned to his hand, now alight with black flames, while Zadkiel's blade shimmered with a dark, malevolent aura. They clashed again, their swords singing through the air with deadly precision.

Zadkiel's sword found its mark, slashing across Alexander's chest, leaving a deep, bloody gash. Alexander roared in pain but refused to back down. With one final surge of power, he slammed his fist into the ground, sending a shockwave of black flame up through the earth. The ground erupted beneath Zadkiel, engulfing him in flames once more.

Both warriors stood bloodied, exhausted, yet unwilling to yield. The battlefield around them was silent, the sheer power of their battle leaving everyone—ally and enemy alike—frozen in awe.

This was a battle between gods, and only one would walk away.

Zadkiel's cold eyes narrowed as he lifted his hand, dark energy swirling around him. From the shadows of the battlefield, figures began to emerge—dozens, then hundreds of shadowy clones, each one an exact replica of him, wielding identical swords that shimmered with malevolent magic. The army of shadow clones spread out across the battlefield, their glowing eyes fixed on Alexander as they prepared to overwhelm him.

Alexander cracked his knuckles, his face a mask of determination. "More distractions? Fine, let's finish this." His voice was low, controlled, but the fire in his demonic left eye burned hotter than ever, black flames flickering along his body.

The first wave of shadow clones charged in unison, their swords raised as they sprinted toward him, the ground shaking beneath their collective force. Alexander didn't flinch. As the first clone closed in, he grabbed it by the face, his fingers crushing through the shadowy form's head as if it were made of glass. The clone disintegrated in a puff of dark smoke, but another one was already slashing at his side. Alexander twisted his body, dodging the blade before grabbing the clone's arm and snapping it with brutal force.

The next clone lunged with its sword, but Alexander sidestepped, catching the weapon mid-swing. With a growl, he yanked the sword from the clone's hand and hurled it at another group of approaching shadows, impaling two of them through their chests and watching as they collapsed into smoke. He moved like a whirlwind of destruction, every motion precise and deadly.

**Crushing and Burning**

A clone came at Alexander from behind, its blade aimed at his neck, but before it could strike, Alexander spun around, his hand coated in black flames. He caught the clone's head in his burning grip, the flames igniting the shadowy figure's body from the inside out. The clone writhed in agony for a split second before it burst into ashes, leaving nothing behind.

More clones attacked, swarming him from all sides. Alexander ducked under a sweeping blade, grabbing the attacker's arm and using it to slam the clone into another, crushing their heads together in a sickening crunch. Black flames erupted from his demonic left eye, surging outward in waves, incinerating any clones that dared come too close. Each shadow clone that burned away left nothing but blackened smoke in its wake.

**Relentless Fury**

A line of shadow clones charged at Alexander in a coordinated assault, their swords flashing as they moved in for the kill. But Alexander was faster. He dashed forward, his fist smashing through one clone's face, reducing it to smoke before it could even swing. Without missing a beat, he grabbed another clone's sword mid-strike, yanked it from its hands, and spun it around to impale three more clones in rapid succession.

The clones seemed endless, but Alexander fought with the fury of a man possessed. His movements became more brutal with each passing moment—he tore through them with his bare hands, crushing skulls, breaking limbs, and burning anything that came too close. The battlefield became a blur of fire, smoke, and shadow as he decimated the army of clones one by one.

At one point, Alexander grabbed two clones by their heads, slamming them together with enough force to crack the ground beneath his feet. Another clone tried to slice at his back, but he spun around, launching a powerful kick that shattered its chest before throwing its sword like a spear, skewering another group of clones in the distance.

**Total Annihilation**

The battlefield around Alexander was a whirlwind of chaos, the air thick with the acrid stench of burning shadow and death. The clones kept coming, but each one that neared Alexander was met with the same brutal end. He ripped through them, his fists coated in their smoky remains, his black flames raging across the battlefield like an unstoppable inferno.

Zadkiel watched from a distance, his expression unreadable as his shadow clones were decimated, their numbers thinning under Alexander's unrelenting assault.

Finally, as the last clone lunged at him, Alexander caught it by the throat, lifting it off the ground. The clone struggled, its sword flailing in a desperate attempt to strike. But Alexander's grip tightened, the black flames from his eye consuming the clone's body until it crumbled to ash in his hand.

As the smoke cleared, Alexander stood alone in the center of the battlefield, surrounded by the destruction he had wrought. The army of shadow clones had been wiped out, reduced to nothing more than wisps of darkness fading into the wind.

He turned to face Zadkiel, his fists clenched, black flames still flickering from his body. "Is that all you've got?" Alexander growled, his voice filled with the same overwhelming killing intent that had paralyzed the battlefield earlier.

Zadkiel's smile faded slightly, but his eyes burned with determination. "You're more powerful than I expected, soldier," he said coldly. "But this fight is far from over."