My Soul card is a Reaper

Abaddon's wings stretched wide, casting an imposing shadow over them. His crimson eyes burned with amusement as he observed them.

Leiza screamed involuntarily, watching the terrifying creature that appeared in front of her eyes.

She instinctively grabbed onto Azzy's arm, her fingers almost trying to dig into him as she trembled. "What in the hell is going on?!"

Abaddon grinned, his sharp fangs barely visible as he tilted his head. "You thought you could fool me by suppressing your strength?" he mused, his voice smooth yet dripping with malice. "Your divine essence is a dead giveaway."

Azzy's expression remained cold and unreadable. He instinctively placed himself in front of Leiza, shielding her from Abaddon's gaze.

"She has nothing to do with this," Azzy said calmly. "Let her go."

Abaddon's grin widened. "An angel forming a close bond with a human? How… fascinating."

His piercing eyes locked onto Leiza, who was visibly trembling behind Azzy.

"Tell me, little mortal… what makes you so special?"

Leiza could barely breathe. Her legs felt weak, her body paralyzed with terror. This wasn't just some 'robotic soldier' like Azzy had claimed before—this was something else.

And for the first time, she truly realized…

Azzy had been lying to her.

He wasn't just some strong, mysterious boy, tied to some mysterious organization. He was something else entirely.

Azzy exhaled deeply. He had wanted to avoid this. He had wanted to keep his true nature hidden for as long as possible, but now—there was no choice.

A radiant glow enveloped his body.

Six pairs of feathery golden wings burst forth from his back, spanning majestically as a divine light surrounded him. His golden halo, faint but undeniable, shimmered above his head. His dark clothing shifted into silver-white robes embroidered with celestial patterns.

Azzy had transformed.

"A Seraphim, eh?" Abaddon raised his eyebrow. "Now, that's interesting."

Meanwhile, Leiza's breath caught in her throat. Her hands trembled as she took an instinctive step back. This wasn't just some secret ability. This wasn't just 'Azzy being strong.'

This was something entirely beyond her understanding.

Her mind screamed at her to make sense of it, but all she could do was stare at him in sheer disbelief. "An Angel? As in the Angel from Torah? Those things exist for real?"

Abaddon flexed his wings and smirked. "But… you're not strong enough to capture me. You aren't even an ascendant (demigod)… You think you can go against me, Abaddon? That's beyond funny."

Azzy didn't respond. He didn't need to.

The sword of light materialized in his grasp, its radiant blade humming with divine energy.

And then—he moved.

Faster than even Abaddon could track.

SHING!

A sharp, blinding arc of light slashed across the air.

For a moment, everything seemed still.

Then—blood spilled.

A deep gash tore across Abaddon's chest.

The fallen angel staggered back, eyes widening in shock. He clutched the wound, watching as golden energy burned at his flesh, refusing to let the injury heal.

Azzy stood there, silent. His glowing eyes unreadable. His sword still humming with power.

For the first time in centuries… Abaddon felt true fear. "You… that sword… It's impossible. How does an Olympian's sword of light is in the hands of a Seraphim?" He shouted.

Azzy didn't reply and pressed forward. Every strike of his blade carried divine energy, searing into Abaddon's flesh even through his defenses. His attacks were relentless, and the fallen angel had no choice but to remain on the defensive. The world law that repressed his strength to demigod level only made it worse.

Crack!

A streak of divine lightning surged down from the sky, striking Abaddon square in the chest. He roared in pain, his dark energy wavering.

And then—SHING!

A clean slice.

One of his wings fell to the ground.

Abaddon gritted his teeth, fury glowing in his red eyes. "You think… this is enough to bring me down?"

A dark aura exploded from his body, warping the very fabric of reality. His form shifted—his beautiful, fallen angelic appearance burned away to reveal his true demonic nature.

His horns extended. His eyes became pits of molten darkness. His body expanded, covered in layers of obsidian-black armor, pulsating with dark energy. He managed to break through the world laws, pushing the limit of his strength that he can use to the elementary god realm aka the transcendant realm.

And with a single command, he summoned his army.

The ground trembled.

From the depths of the abyss, corpses rose.

Some were monstrous, grotesque beings with rotting flesh and jagged claws. Others bore armor and weapons, remnants of warriors who had fallen long ago—now twisted into demonic creatures.

Among them—Azzy spotted a familiar face.

Captain Astro.

His once-proud golden armor was now tainted with shadow, his glowing eyes replaced with eerie black pits.

Azzy grimaced. "You even corrupted him…?"

Abaddon laughed. "Tens of thousands of years of war… I've gathered quite a collection."

But Azzy didn't flinch.

His dark eyes burned brighter as he whispered, "I don't lose in numbers either."

"Soul skill: Rise of the Undead."

From the depths of space and time, Reaper's power surged forth.

A massive gate of bones emerged behind him, cracking open.

From within—beasts of legend emerged.

Colossal, demigod-level creatures that Azzy had personally slain in the Forbidden Zone. The undead dragons, titanic war beasts, and monstrous creatures—all under his command.

The two armies clashed.

BOOM!

A shockwave tore through the battlefield.

Azzy's undead warriors tore through the demonic army with overwhelming force. The undead Fenrir crushed Abaddon's corrupted warriors with a single swipe of its claw. The undead Hydra unleashed its soul skills one after another to destroy bunch of them in single swoop.

Within minutes—Abaddon's forces were annihilated.

Abaddon growled. His demonic aura pulsed violently.

"Enough!"

He lunged at Azzy—his final, desperate attempt to turn the battle.

But just before their blades met—

He disappeared.

Azzy's eyes widened.

In the blink of an eye—Abaddon reappeared beside Leiza.

She had been frozen in place the entire time, unable to comprehend the battle before her.

She never even saw it coming.

Abaddon smirked, placing a hand on her shoulder. Dark energy flooded into her body.

Azzy's heart dropped.

"Let her go!" he demanded, his voice sharp with warning.

Abaddon grinned. "Too late."

Black tendrils coiled around Leiza's soul—the Seed of the Fallen.

Azzy's eyes flared with divine power. The Hourglass of Time appeared in his hand, its white sand shimmering.

He would reverse time. He would fix this.

But—

"It won't work, Azrael."

Reaper's voice echoed in his mind.

Azzy froze. "What?"

"If you reverse time, her body will be restored—but the Seed of the Fallen has already invaded her soul. She will die the moment time resets."

A deep, burning rage ignited within Azzy's chest.

Abaddon chuckled. "Now, what will you do, little Guardian?"

Azzy clenched his fists. His entire body trembled. His aura flared—shaking the very realm itself.

And then—

He let go.

He let go of all control.

His ultimate form received from Jupiter's essence was awakened.

Titan Form: Activation.

A blinding golden light erupted from Azzy's body. The air itself trembled as an enormous divine armor, a hundred meters tall, materialized around him. Sparks of lightning traversed from its head to the feet.

And then—it merged into his body.

Azzy's strength skyrocketed beyond mortal comprehension.

Abaddon barely had time to react.

Azzy moved.

BOOM!

One punch.

Just one punch.

Azzy's fist connected with Abaddon's face at speeds that shattered the sound barrier.

His head turned into blood pulp.

A deafening silence followed.

The demonic army—vanished into dust.

The blackened sky—cleared.

And Azzy… stood there, his golden aura burning like a second sun.