Abigail and Rahab clashed high above the ground, their battle illuminating the night sky in a stunning spectacle of power and precision. Abigail rode her flying board with expert agility, green flames erupting from her palms in searing bursts as she aimed directly at Rahab. Her divine blessing manifested in vivid emerald fire, each attack radiating purity that pushed back against the oppressive darkness Rahab commanded.
Rahab, his dark wings stretched wide, swatted away the incoming flames with his hands, both shrouded in pulsating dark mana. Each strike sent ripples of malevolent energy through the air. His dark magic, fueled by the corruption of his soul, was potent and unyielding, growing stronger with every act of malice he committed. But Rahab quickly realized his greatest advantage—dark magic's ability to absorb and repurpose conventional spells—was useless against Abigail. Her flames weren't magic. They were divine in origin, a blessing of celestial power designed to counter the very essence of his dark magic.
A frustrated growl escaped Rahab's lips as he soared higher, evading Abigail's relentless assault. Abigail, undeterred, crouched slightly on her board, her hands coming together at her waist. Her palms cupped a small but growing sphere of brilliant green flames. The air around her crackled with intensity, the ball expanding as she poured her divine energy into it.
"Let's see you block this!" Abigail shouted, her voice sharp with determination. She surged forward at blistering speed, closing the distance between them in a flash. At point-blank range, she thrust her hands forward, unleashing a massive torrent of green flames that exploded outward, consuming the sky in a blinding light.
Rahab, seasoned in countless battles, reacted instinctively. With a fierce cry, he crossed his dark red wings over his body, enveloping himself in a protective cocoon. His wings pulsed with black mana, forming a dense barrier against the searing divine flames. The clash sent shockwaves rippling across the heavens, the light of Abigail's attack clashing against the darkness of Rahab's shield.
As Abigail's flames subsided, her vision cleared to reveal Rahab encased in a cocoon of his massive wings, their surface pulsing with dark mana. Slowly, Rahab unfolded them, each movement deliberate and imposing. As his wings spread wide, they sent a powerful gust of wind rippling through the air, rattling the buildings. The red hue of his feathers glinted ominously under the moonlight as he flexed them fully, exuding dominance.
Abigail, undeterred, narrowed her eyes. Her tone was sharp and resolute as she declared, "Fine, if that's how you want to play, I'll get serious too." She thrust her hands outward, channeling divine flames into both palms. The emerald fire crackled with intensity, shifting and stretching into the shape of two massive swords, each blazing at a staggering 40 meters in length. The air around her shimmered with heat, the sheer force of her power warping the space.
Rahab tilted his head, a mocking grin spreading across his face. "Let me show you what it means to wield true power." His voice was laced with arrogance. He clapped his hands together, the sound echoing like a thunderclap, before slowly pulling them apart. Between his hands, a swirling black void began to form, expanding as if ripping a tear into reality itself.
From the portal emerged a dark spirit, its form a swirling mass of shadow, holding two golden handguns that gleamed like cursed artifacts. The guns, reminiscent of oversized Desert Eagles, radiated an unsettling aura. Abigail's eyes widened slightly, her grip tightening on her fiery blades. "What the hell kind of magic is this? This isn't normal summoning magic!" she exclaimed.
Rahab let out a mocking laugh, his voice dripping with pride. "Ha! Don't bother trying to comprehend it. We angels have lived for eons, our knowledge surpassing anything your mortal mind could ever fathom. What I wield is ancient and absolute—DARK UNITY!" His voice boomed as the dark spirit plunged into his body, merging with him in a dramatic burst of energy.
Rahab's transformation was immediate. His eyes turned pitch black, void of any light, and his crimson wings darkened, becoming an abyssal black. The twin golden guns materialized in his hands, their intricate designs pulsating with ancient, malevolent energy. He raised them with precision, his movements unnervingly fluid.
Without hesitation, Rahab aimed both weapons at Abigail and fired. The golden bullets, infused with corrupted mana, streaked toward her with deadly accuracy, leaving trails of dark energy in their wake. Abigail, her senses heightened, moved with blinding speed. Her fiery swords whirled in a dazzling display, deflecting each bullet with razor-sharp precision. The collision of divine flames and corrupted projectiles lit up the night sky, sending sparks and fragments of mana cascading around them.
Rahab continued firing relentlessly, his dark mana-infused bullets streaking toward Abigail in rapid succession. Each shot glimmered with malevolent energy, and as Abigail deflected them with her fiery swords, the bullets exploded on impact, sending shockwaves rippling through the air. The force pushed her back momentarily, but she steadied herself atop her flying board, its green flames roaring as she regained control with ease.
Rahab maintained his distance, weaving through the air in a desperate attempt to keep Abigail from closing in. The fight became a deadly game of cat and mouse, with Abigail relentlessly pursuing him, her fiery swords blazing a path of dominance. Her eyes were sharp, calculating, as she studied Rahab's every move, piecing together the nature of his power.
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Her thoughts raced as she observed him channeling dark mana into his weapons. "This is some form of necromancy," she mused, maneuvering her board to evade another volley of bullets. "He summons the dead and merges with them, gaining their abilities. Normally, only humans possess jobs like gunslinger. But by merging with the spirit the human gunslinger, he's somehow replicating their skills while combining them with his own angelic abilities. A dangerous combination…"
Rahab grinned wickedly, seeing Abigail's brief hesitation as she pieced together his abilities. With a flourish, he funneled even more dark mana into his golden guns, the barrels glowing with ominous light. He fired again, this time with bullets that erupted into massive explosions upon contact. One shot landed near Abigail, detonating in a blinding burst of dark energy that disrupted her advance and rocked her board momentarily.
Abigail's expression hardened as she dodged another volley of bullets, watching in horror as the missed shots struck the ground below. The explosions wreaked havoc on the visitors District, sending debris flying and endangering the slaves still trapped in the district. Her eyes flickered with resolve as she realized the collateral damage could not continue. She gripped her swords tighter, her flames intensifying.
"Enough of this," Abigail growled, her voice laced with divine authority. Channeling her divine energy, her entire body was engulfed in vibrant green flames, a radiant aura of power emanating from her. Her presence became overwhelming, the air around her igniting with her holy might. The very sky seemed to bow to her fury as she declared, "Time to end this."
With a swift motion, she pointed both fiery swords toward Rahab, the emerald flames roaring to life as the blades clashed together. The two swords merged into one massive, glowing weapon, its length and intensity far surpassing its previous form. The heat radiating from the blade distorted the air, and its sheer size was a testament to Abigail's overwhelming dominance.
Rahab's confident smirk faltered as Abigail unleashed her attack. With a shout, she released the sword, sending it hurtling toward Rahab like a fiery beam of divine energy.
The blazing projectile cut through the night like a lance of judgment, its speed too swift for Rahab to react.
The beam struck him directly in the abdomen, the impact sending him hurtling through the air like a ragdoll. He crashed violently to the ground below, a massive explosion of green flames engulfing him. The force of the attack shook the battlefield, the green flames consuming Rahab's form as he lay in pain being burned but the green emerald flames amidst the rubble.
Abigail descended gracefully on her flaming board, her emerald flames blazing brightly around her. Her sharp eyes locked onto Rahab as he writhed in agony on the ground, engulfed by her unrelenting fire. She tilted her head slightly, a smirk playing on her lips, and her voice carried a confident, mocking tone.
"Hurts, doesn't it? Out of all my flames, these are my favorite," she drawled, her accent sharp and unapologetic. "I call 'em Eternal Flames. They burn like the hottest fire you've ever felt, but here's the kicker—they don't actually harm you. Nah, they just make you wish they did." She laughed coldly, crossing her arms. "And here's the best part—they'll never go out. Not unless I say so. So, you better start talking if you ever wanna stop feeling like a roast on a spit."
Rahab lay sprawled on the ground, his body trembling as the flames licked at his skin. Despite the torment, he let out a rasping chuckle, his voice filled with venom. "You humans… always so full of yourselves," he sneered, struggling to push himself to his feet. "You call this pain? Don't make me laugh." His dark eyes flared with rage, his wings trembling as he fought against the flames. "We fallen angels have endured punishments in hell that would make your worst nightmares feel like sweet dreams."
Suddenly, his voice rose into a deafening roar. "THIS IS NOTHING!"
With that, a surge of dark mana erupted from Rahab, engulfing the battlefield. The ground trembled violently, and the oppressive force of his power rippled through the air. Abigail instinctively steadied herself as the raw intensity of his energy pushed her back slightly, her flames flickering under the sheer pressure. She gritted her teeth, momentarily surprised by the ferocity of his display.
"Damn," Abigail muttered, narrowing her eyes as Rahab's aura grew darker and more malevolent. She straightened her posture, her grip tightening she clenches her fist. "This guy's no joke."
Rahab's laughter echoed ominously as he raised his hands, his voice dripping with malevolence. "You thought a mere human could overpower me? You're nothing! Let me show you the difference between us!" He clapped his hands together, the air around him distorting as he began summoning something from the abyss.
Suddenly, black tentacles, shimmering faintly like starlight, shot up from the ground beneath him. They moved with supernatural precision, wrapping tightly around Rahab's legs, arms, and neck. His summoning was abruptly interrupted, and the oppressive dark mana he had been emanating vanished in an instant. The battlefield fell silent, the tension dissipating as the tentacles anchored him in place, locking his power away.
The tentacles tightened their grip on Rahab, slowly dragging him into the ground. His body began to sink as if the earth itself was swallowing him whole. Abigail's eyes widened in alarm, her flames still blazing as she realized this wasn't just any spell—this was summoning magic of a kind she'd never encountered before.
"What the hell…?" she muttered under her breath, her fists clenched as green flames flickered around her hands. Her instincts screamed that this wasn't over.
Rahab thrashed against the restraints, his wings flaring as he struggled to break free. The green flames from Abigail's Eternal Fire continued to consume him, their unrelenting torment only adding to his desperation. He shouted, his voice cracking with panic, "Wait! Lord Warmonger! I was just about to finish her off—wait! Forgive me, my lord!"
Abigail's gaze sharpened, her breath catching as Rahab's body sank deeper, the tentacles pulling him further into the abyss. His desperate cries echoed, growing fainter until, in an instant, he was gone—completely swallowed by the ground, vanishing from her sight.
Clenching her teeth in frustration, Abigail scanned the area, her emerald flames crackling around her like a shield. "What the hell is going on?" she muttered to herself, her tone laced with irritation and unease.