Azazel slowly drew his sword, observing the demons’ movements. The demonic soldiers seemed to mock him, remaining still. As the sword was fully drawn, the sound of its release echoed, and leaves fell, sliced into tiny pieces. The demon was cleaved into four parts, and flames instantly engulfed the severed body parts, reducing them to dust.
Azazel breathed a sigh of relief, sitting down and leaning against a tree. He rapidly regenerated his wounds, healing instantly. A black-and-white symbol appeared in the clouds, resembling the yin-yang, representing two opposing yet complementary forces. Lightning flashed around the symbol of the full moon, known as the Law of Nature, which governed the world’s structure.
Azazel was startled by the symbol and quickly stood up, gazing upwards. A white-and-black staircase descended from the clouds, surrounded by an aura that withered the surrounding trees. Azazel stood silent, watching as a figure emerged from the staircase.
The man had an ancient, formal appearance, with long white hair, resembling the ancient sage Brihaspati. He had four arms and three eyes, with the third eye located on his forehead. Azazel was shocked by the man’s unusual appearance.
Without a doubt, the man was a deity, Azazel’s newly appointed guardian. Brihaspati descended to the ground, his footfall causing the clouds to darken, as if a storm was brewing. Thunderbolts struck the surrounding area, and Azazel stood silent, gathering natural energy. He adapted to the environment, acquiring limitless energy.
Brihaspati spoke to Azazel in a language he couldn’t understand, “—'”””—'”””—”””?” Azazel remained silent, confused by the deity’s words.
Brihaspati drew his sword with multiple hands, revealing an exceptionally long blade. Azazel readied himself, understanding that Brihaspati’s previous statement was a declaration of battle. Azazel enhanced his sword, and a blue glow emanated from the blade’s edge.
The wind began to pick up, and the two instantly vanished, transported to a distant, planetless expanse of space.
Their battle commenced, with both Azazel and Brihaspati clashing their swords. Azazel possessed unparalleled skill, effortlessly mastering abilities that others found impossible to learn. However, Brihaspati’s swordsmanship far surpassed Azazel’s, and they found themselves evenly matched.
Their fight created dimensional rifts, thanks to Azazel’s Sacred Sword of Nature, while Brihaspati’s sword could restore the broken dimensional concepts. Blue and white lights clashed, and the sound of their swords could conceal their identities, leaving opponents bewildered and unable to predict their moves. This ability belonged to Brihaspati, but it proved ineffective against Azazel.
Through his thoughts, Azazel’s perception began to spread throughout the domain. Essentially, his passive perception ability would activate when facing an opponent, regardless of whether they were friend or foe.
Their sword clash lasted for a considerable amount of time, with neither party emerging victorious or defeated. In a logical conclusion, the battle was bound by the law of authority of its creator. If the creator was powerful, then the created being would also be strong, with their strength and mortality dependent on the object of creation.
This battle resembled a fight between dominant cats, where one would chase the other, only to be chased in return. Their speed exceeded the speed of light, and despite being evenly matched, they continually adapted to their surroundings. Azazel’s skill, which allowed him to mimic others’ abilities using only his imagination, left Brihaspati bewildered as to Azazel’s true capabilities. Unbeknownst to Brihaspati, Azazel’s mimicry skills transcended visual and mental boundaries, giving rise to a realm of imagination.
