Inferno Of Desire

Chapter 62: Last Battle

The battle raged on as the combined forces of Celestial and Abyssal warriors fought to keep the Voidbringer contained within the vortex.

The Vortex of Souls pulsed with power, weakening the entity’s connection to the Void, but it was not enough.

The Voidbringer was still too powerful, its form constantly shifting as it tried to break free from the Aetherial Chains.

Elder Varyn stood at the edge of the battlefield, his face grim as he watched the chaos unfold. “It’s time,” he muttered, turning to the leaders of both realms. “We must begin the Aeterna Vinculum.”

Michael nodded, his sword gleaming as he flew toward the center of the battlefield. “Everyone, to your positions!” he shouted, his voice carrying over the din of battle.

Azrael stood at the heart of the chaos, the Anchor of Eternity pulsing with energy in his hands. “Gabriel, gather the others. We need to form the circle.”

Gabriel nodded, his wings flaring as he flew across the battlefield, calling the warriors of both realms to join them.

One by one, they gathered, forming a tight circle around the Voidbringer.

Elder Varyn stepped forward, his hands raised as he guided the spell, his voice steady despite the chaos surrounding them. “Hold the circle! Keep the Voidbringer contained! Together, we shall chant the spell!”

Their voices rose in unison as they began to chant the ancient incantation of the Aeterna Vinculum.

"By light and darkness intertwined,
Through realms of time and space confined, We call upon the ancient rite,
To bind the void, return to night.
Aeterna Vinculum, forge the chain,
Let chaos bend, let void refrain.
By fire, by stone, by spirit and star,
We seal thee now, no more to mar."

The air around them crackled with energy as the spell took hold, glowing chains of celestial light and abyssal shadows forming in the air above them.

The chains wrapped around the Voidbringer, tightening with each passing moment, forcing its chaotic energy to stabilize.

The Voidbringer let out a desperate shriek, its form writhing as the chains bound it in place. Still, it fought, its chaotic essence refusing to be contained.

Azrael felt the scythe hum in his hands, its power resonating with the spell. “Now,” he muttered, driving the Anchor of Eternity into the ground.

The scythe’s crystal orb pulsed with energy, absorbing the Voidbringer’s chaotic essence.

The ground beneath them trembled as the void energy was being pulled into the orb of the Anchor of Eternity.

The swirling chaos of the Voidbringer’s form was being drawn, piece by piece, into the glowing scythe.

Azrael could feel the weight of the entity’s power pressing against him, its desperate attempt to break free from the binding chains.

All around him, the forces of both realms held their positions, their voices still united in the ancient chant.

The celestial warriors radiated light, their weapons aglow with divine power, while the Abyssal forces channeled the dark energies of their realm, weaving shadows into the spell.

Seraphine stood beside Azrael, her wings extended, her sword raised high. She focused all her energy into sustaining the spell, her face etched with determination. Sweat trickled down her brow, and her pale silver eyes glowed as the Aetherial Chains tightened around the Voidbringer, binding it further.

“Almost there!” she called out over the roar of battle.

But the Voidbringer was not finished. In a final act of defiance, it let out a ear-piercing scream, sending shockwaves of chaotic energy rippling across the battlefield.

The ground split open beneath them, fissures of raw void energy crackling through the Abyssal Crucible. Warriors on both sides were thrown off balance, some falling into the chasms that opened beneath their feet.

"Arion!" Tarian shrieked. Arion was knocked into one of the chasms alongside some celestial armies.

"Tarian! Focus! Save those that can be saved!" Gabriel yelled as he took flight back into the air.

Kael and Lirael fought to steady the forces of the Abyss, their weapons cutting down the tendrils of chaos that still lashed out from the Voidbringer’s form.

Uriel, soaring high above the battlefield, rallied the Celestial forces with a shout, driving them forward to reinforce the circle.

“It’s trying to break free!” Uriel warned, his wings flaring as he slashed through a tendril that shot toward him.

Azrael gritted his teeth, feeling the strain of holding the scythe as it absorbed more and more of the Voidbringer’s chaotic essence.

The crystal orb at the center of the scythe was glowing brighter now, pulsing with raw power. He could feel the entity’s malice, its hatred, as it fought against the chains that bound it.

“Michael, now!” Azrael called out.

From the edge of the battlefield, Michael emerged, his face set in grim determination.

In his hands, he held a wepaon Zephyros gave to him – the Voidbringer’s bane — a weapon forged in the ancient wars, designed to sever the Void’s connection to the realms.

The massive, jagged blade pulsed with energy, its dark surface shimmering with an otherworldly glow.

With a powerful leap, Michael soared across the battlefield, his wings carrying him toward the heart of the vortex.

As he neared the Voidbringer, he raised the blade high above his head, its edge crackling with power. “For the realms!” he shouted, and with a mighty swing, he brought the blade crashing down onto the Voidbringer’s form.

The impact was immediate. The Voidbringer let out a piercing, inhuman scream as the blade struck true, severing its connection to the realms.

"It did come in handy like Zephyros said." Michael huffed, flexing the weapon in his hand.

The chains of the Aetherial tightened for the last time, and for the first time, the Voidbringer’s form began to collapse in on itself, its chaotic essence unraveling.

“We’ve got it!” Lady Caelara shouted, her voice filled with hope.

Azrael gripped the scythe with both hands, focusing all his energy on the orb at its center.

The scythe pulsed with power as it absorbed the final remnants of the Voidbringer’s essence.

With a blinding flash of light, the entity was sucked into the crystal, the vortex of chaos vanishing in an instant.

The battlefield fell silent.

For a moment, there was nothing but the faint hum of the scythe in Azrael’s hands, the air still crackling with the remnants of void energy.

The forces of both realms stood in stunned silence, their eyes fixed on the spot where the Voidbringer had once stood.

Azrael exhaled slowly, feeling the weight of the battle lift from his shoulders. The scythe was still in his grip, its orb glowing faintly, but the chaotic energy within it had been contained.

Seraphine turned to him, her expression one of relief. “It’s over,” she said softly.

Azrael nodded, his heart still racing.