The double energy slashes wavered for a moment before dissipating into the air, their power neutralized by Gray's resilience. Count Bellwish's eyes widened in disbelief as he realized that one of his most powerful technique had been thwarted.
Gray (firmly):The warm-up is over, now let's do it my way.
With newfound determination, Gray's aura flared, the ancient power of the demon within him surging to the surface. He raised his sword, its tip gleaming with a fierce, ethereal light.
Gray (commanding): Behold the wrath of a thousand years, Count Bellwish. Embrace the power that you so foolishly sought to challenge.
Count Bellwish, despite his bravado, felt a shiver crawl up his spine. Gray's presence seemed to grow, filling the space around him with an otherworldly energy. The battlefield fell silent for a moment, as if nature itself was holding its breath in anticipation.
Gray's eyes blazed with an otherworldly light as he chanted an incantation, ancient words that resonated with power. The ground beneath him trembled, and a surge of energy engulfed him, forming a protective aura that seemed to blur the line between man and demon.
Gray (unleashing his power): Demon's Fury!
Gray put his sword down, then scratched his right eye. Gray groaned in pain for a moment as his blood dripped from his scratched eye, then, from the scratch marks, what looked like purple flames came out.
Count Bellwish, for the first time, felt a pang of fear. He stepped back, his eyes widening in horror as he witnessed the unnatural flames emerging from Gray's eye.
Bellwish (stammering): What... What kind of sorcery is this?
Gray's eye glowed with an eerie purple light as the flames danced around him. The very air crackled with power as the ancient demon within him stirred, responding to Gray's call.
A mystical-ethereal aura enveloped Gray, making him an imposing figure.
Gray (in a commanding tone): I am the embodiment of a thousand years of wrath and determination. I am the guardian of peace, and the harbinger of justice. I am the high prelate of Galam. I am Gray Odorhain Astanor, and you...you have a big problem!
Count Bellwish, once defiant, now found himself facing a force beyond his comprehension. The purple flames flickered and danced around Gray, casting an eerie glow across his determined face. Even the bravest soldiers on the battlefield, whether Galamian, Beherenewian, or Theraklite, felt a chill crawl down their spines as they witnessed the unfolding power.
Bellwish (voice trembling): You... You can't be human. What are you?
Gray's voice echoed with a supernatural resonance, carrying the weight of centuries of history and power.
Gray: You're wrong! I am human, but I am also the one who is above everything.
Count Bellwish, despite his fear, gritted his teeth, refusing to yield to the overwhelming power before him.
Bellwish (shouting): I don't care what you are! I won't bow down to a monster like you!
With a surge of desperate courage, Bellwish charged at Gray, his sword raised high. However, Gray's movements were no longer just human; they were a blend of supernatural speed and grace. With a swift motion, he sidestepped Bellwish's attack, his movements almost too fast for the human eye to follow.
In a blink, Gray was behind Bellwish, his eyes glowing with a fierce determination. Before the Beherenewian leader could react, Gray's sword came down with unstoppable force, striking Bellwish's sword and knocking it out of his hands.
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Galam's Chronicles
FantasyThere was a time when humans and demons were perpetually at war, but there was a time of lies and exploitation, where legendary men didn't know who the real enemy was.
