The war is crumble, and the fallen angels and the angels are in a battle of freedom. Tristan and the other Whirlwinds feel the pain of Azael trapped in the depths of Tartarus, where Michael has sent him after finding out half the secrets of the Whirlwinds in the Book of Ancient Fallen.
The other Archangels are questioning Seraphiel, and her true intentions seem to be clear. Not only does she want to end the war, but she's doing it with Tristan Whirlwind.
With the Archangels surrounding the Dusk team and Tristan. Red sits in darkness, his cell shrouded in shadows. Suddenly, a vision sears his mind: Azael's anguished screams echo through his thoughts, and he feels the searing pain as if it's his own.
His eyes snap open, blazing with an intense, crimson light. 'Crimson Surge!' he bellows, as he unleashes a fierce burst of energy.
The chains that bind him shatter, and he bursts forth from the cell, his movements fueled by a fierce determination.
*The Archangels monastary, the woods*
Tristan is all healed up, and he is stretching to get ready to fight.
Ray: What's your plan?
Tristan: Go in and attack.
Ray: I'm coming...
Tristan: No, I need you to go back to the institute.
Ray: What?
Tristan: Look, Zeel is dead, and I know Dusk wouldn't want you dead as well.
Ray: [Sighs] Are you sure?
Tristan: Yeah, go.
Tristan gave him a marble that opened portals.
Tristan: Don't worry, with the arrogant fool and the ruin prince in the same team, it won't end well with our enemy.
Ray: [Scoffs] Guess so.
*The Archangels monastary*
The lobby of the Archangels' monastery erupted into chaos as Dusk, Amira, and Zan clashed with Camael, Raphael, and the holy knights Shadows danced across the walls as Dusk unleashed a torrent of dark magic, only to be met by Raphael's radiant holy scythe. The air reverberated with the force of their exchange.
Amira twirled her double scythe with deadly precision, slicing through the holy knights with ease. Zan charged forward, his massive sword cleaving a path through the enemy ranks. Camael countered with a fierce battle cry, his sword flashing in the fading light of day.
The battle raged on, the sound of clashing steel and the scent of ozone filling the air. Dusk summoned a maelstrom of shadowy tendrils, ensnaring Raphael and dragging him across the floor. Amira leaped onto a nearby pillar, her scythe slicing down towards Camael with deadly intent.
Zan stood firm, his sword a blur as he deflected the holy knights' attacks. The outcome of the battle hung in the balance, the fate of the monastery and all its inhabitants uncertain. The clash of light and darkness, good and evil, had only just begun...
Meanwhile, in the woods. Ray had already left, and Uriel, along with two angels of elements, approached Cyro and Terraka.
Tristan: Great.
Uriel: Tristan of Whirlwind, if you resist arrest, you will be dead.
Tristan: If I don't resist arrest, I'll be dead anyway.
Uriel: Then you understand your fate.
Tristan: Nah, I understand that I'm finally gonna get to kill an Archangel. [Grins]
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The Fallen Fantasy: The First Arc (Non-Canon)
FantasiIn a world of darkness, an 8-year-old fallen angel boy is driven by loyalty to his father. Trained to fight and kill, he's sent to vanquish the 7 demon lords. But when he meets a 9-year-old boy, they form an unbreakable bond, becoming brothers in ar...
