On the frontlines of the demon army stood alone, a large, fearful demon the size of a large castle. With two large black horns on his forehead, gleaming golden eyes and pure long ashen white hair falling behind him. He wore a dense and thick piece of golden colored armour which complemented his light purplish skin, making him look as noble as he was frightening. With a sharp jawline and muscles which would seem as if they would pop out of his armour, he stood there putting fear into enemy troops with his breath alone. He was the Monarch of Demons, Monarch Azazel Bloodclad .
One the Elves' side stood a majestic and heroic looking figure, with long ears and long blonde hair, wearing a majestic crown which showed his dominance over the whole elf race. With his height towering just as much as Monarch Azazel, he stood there without a hint of fear, facing one of the strongest monarchs. He wore strong silver armour and a long green and white top stretching to his knees, which revealed his silver armour along his shoulders and arms. He was the Monarch of Elves, Monarch Erevan Brightmoon .
Both of the Monarchs walked forward, making the ground tremble with each step. They meet each other face to face with rage and bloodlust flowing out of their eyes.
The Demon Monarch Azazel strikes the conversation " This war will probably be the first time when a Monarch would die since the beginning of time itself. Traveling millions of miles to attack my capital. You really have become daring. Now it's gonna be one of us who will face DEATH " As the Demon Monarch screamed 'death' he released all of his aura which stretched over half of the world, the whole world fell silent, crying babies stopped their trivial screams and even wild beasts didn't dare to whimper just from sensing his aura from across the world. The other Monarchs were alerted and quickly released their energy which protected the minds of the people of their race. At the same time thousands of enemy troops fainted, not being able to withstand the immense pressure from his aura.
The Elf Monarch was unfazed, still standing infront of him with might. He let's out a little smirk " Hmph, You actually dared to offend all the other monarchs by releasing all of your aura just to flaunt your power. This is really making my hands itch. I wont spend time talking, let's travel to a different place. " This sentence of the Elf Monarch was clear that it meant a challenge.
They travel distances that couldn't even be measured, at speeds unimaginable to the mind. They stood against each other in the very corner of the continent since their fight would bring complete destruction and chaos to even their own armies.
Both of them get ready for the start of the greatest battle in all of history. The Monarch Azazel reaches his hand infront of him and a golden and purple metal rod emerges slowly from inside of the ground. He grabs the rod in his hand and pours in his magic and energy inside of his weapon. Slowly a blade comes out the top of the rod, glowing purple made completely of flames in the shape of a scythe. It was a scythe with the blade made from purple fire.
Azazel tries to use magic to buff himself but realizes that all magic within the area had been sealed and he wouldn't be able to use his unique devouring magic. " You actually went as far as to seal the magic, so you already prepared so much. It's been a long time since I've had a fight without using magic. "
The Elf Monarch opens his space dimension behind him and takes out two wooden gauntlets which exuded impossible amounts of magic. The Demon Monarch seemed shocked at The Elf Monarch's weapon " You really used the vitality of a whole great forest to create these gauntlets. Too bad you won't be able to use them for long. "
The Elf Monarch scoffs at him and gets in a fighting stance. The Demon Monarch let's out light laugh and grips his scythe tightly.
Erevan starts the fight by using his nimble footwork techniques to close the gap immediately. The ground was already torn in half for miles from his one step. He tries to hit three punches aiming for his joint on his arms for each hit. Each punch causing shockwaves of wind destroying the forests it hit. Azazel dodges each hit with the slightest movement and already found a counter attack he could make on his chest.
Eravan notices his flaw and quickly takes a step back making some distance. He notices that his armour is almost half cut through on his chest and he couldn't even see Azazel's attack. He thinks in his head " I only aimed to hit three moves since he was known for his uncomparable fighting instincts, but he was still able to find a counter in that short time of three hits, he really is one of the strongest. But I already have backup, and he won't see this coming. "
Azazel rushes forward trying to take advantage of his strike just now and continue with a barrage of attacks. But to his surprise instead of Eravan retreating further back, he rushed towards him. He immediately pulled his head back together and planned the next slashes. He gets a clean hit in and almost tears Erevan's arm off, with the next slash aiming for his head. But as he was just about to finish him, when he senses another Monarch flying in. The other Monarch was able to push his scythe back.
Azazel was startled with a new opponent retreats back. He looks back to the two and sees another familiar face, The Human Monarch, Monarch Adam Sentient.
The fight now turned in Erevan's favour as he already healed up his arm completely and gained another strong companion.
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