Heaven-Splitting End
"Azriel, I admit that I have reached my limit in this battle. So I hope you can grant me a favor." Anos spoke as his sword faded into nothingness. Azriel looked at him in interest, he could pretty much guess what Anos wanted from him.
The white world inside the soul realm had become filled with countless scars from their battle. Cracks stretched across the empty ground while traces of destroyed mana still floated in the air like fading mist. The pressure left behind from their clash lingered heavily across the surroundings.
Anos stood quietly in the middle of the battlefield.
His breathing had become rough.
Cuts covered his body, and dark blood slowly dripped from his fingertips onto the white ground beneath him. Yet despite his battered state, excitement still burned brightly inside his golden eyes.
He had lost completely.
There was no denying it.
