Azreal looked in front of him there was nothing else other than only darkness, a realm where there was nothing and all was formless. vigilantly he looked around himself, searching for something amidst the darkness.

A silhouette was soon spotted, it existence which came out of nothing. Azreal took out a long sword read to engage in battle at any moment. The silhouette just stood with his back facing Azreal, looked at the figure in a strange trance seemingly lost in thoughts.

' I have seen this back somewhere ...'

Both remained standing in the same place unmoving, Azreal growing frustrated from the lack of response from the silhouette charged after some hesitation.

The figure turned around and blocked the strike from Azreal, a black sword materialized out of nothing. The silhouette had no face, his body had a shape but he had no color, from head to toe the figure was black. Azreal realized that the figure he was fighting wasn't like any opponent he had faced .

clang! clang!

As the two clashed sword, sounds of metal clashing were heard but from what Azreal can tell the sword of the shadow like entity wasn't actually a sword made of a metal but a portion of the shadow body.

The shadow at first only blocked sword attacks from Azreal but as the battle went on the shadow started to copy Azreal footwork and attacking pattern. Azreal looked at the shadow with complex emotions but what shock Azreal the most was that the more they clashed the more the shadow didn't look like a shadow the figure had started to gain color and seemed to make a face but the face wasn't clear as only some parts of the face gained color while the rest were still the same black, void of any color.

Soon after hundreds or so round of sword clash the shadow now had a face, not just face the shadow had now dressed in a blue attire with a silver blue sword in his hands and a clear smooth white skin.

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When Azreal looked at the figure face he was angered as he saw his own face while looking at the figure as if he was watching his own reflection in the mirror. Azreal fought with even more intensity as his attacks became more and more fierce but 'Azreal' blocked all his attacks without much effort and attacked him in return.

Azreal realized that the 'Azreal' had just applied the same force and attack pattern as of his own and upon thinking about the battle from start till this moment, he realized 'Azreal' had only used the attacks he had used and was imitating all his actions so far.

"Tch. Cheap imitation".

Azreal stopped his attacks, both Azreal looked at each other for sometime without anyone, they just stood there, a brief silence ensued which was broken by Azreal who moved his body and became ready in a stance. 'Azreal' dashed at his opponent feeling a sense of dread upon his foe's stance.

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But 'Azreal' was too late as he only saw a vertical sword slash heading his way, he unable to dodge nor able to block the sword heading his way as the sword swiftly and effectively cut his body in two right from the middle separating his left and right side.

clang!

'Azreal' was cut half but no blood flowed from his body and his both eyes looked at Azreal who was approaching him as he.

Searching 'Azreal', Azreal soon found a round blur orb, which he thought to be 'Azreal's core which he moved from it's body as soon 'Azreal's body became dust and his surrounding became colorful as the dust were blown by the winds until there nothing remained.

Azreal looked around himself and soon found he was in a laboratory of sort as all he could see was papers filled with some weird texts and some strange symbols which he wouldn't make sense of.

Among the countless scattered papers and books he found a door which was had a mark of a palm in the door as if someone just used his palm to leave the mark there. Azreal tried many ways but wasn't able to open the door as if it wasn't a door but a unmovable mountain which didn't budge a inch even when he used all his power.

Azreal put his adult size palm in the palm mark on the door if something could happen but then he touched the mark he felt pain though the pain was unbearable or anything but he felt some pain in his arms upon contact with the mark and if something had been extracted from him but he didn't know what.

The door didn't move even when he placed his palm in the marks, Azreal disappointed removed his palm.

Creak!

But the door opened as Azreal with mixed feeling of fear and excitement entered the now opened door.