Capítulo 44: Battle Cry - Part 2
The war at the Gate of Heaven rages on, with both the Angelic and Demonic armies suffering heavy losses. The ground is littered with the bodies of the fallen, and the air is thick with the sound of clashing weapons and the cries of the wounded.
The Angels fight with fierce determination, their wings beating the air with a steady rhythm as they engage the Demons in close combat. Their weapons flash in the sunlight and their eyes are filled with a sense of righteousness.
In contrast, the Demons fight with a savage brutality that is unmatched. Their sharp and jagged weapons gleam in the dim light of the clouds. They swoop in and out of the fray, attacking from all sides, their eyes filled with a desire to spill Angelic blood.
While the conflict shows no sign of abating, both sides begin to feel a sense of exhaustion setting in. Their movements become sluggish, and their weapons grow heavy in their hands. The tension in the air is palpable, as each side waits for the other to make the first move.
The Angels feel a sense of fear creeping into their hearts as they watch their comrades dying one by one. Their wings grow heavy, and their movements become laboured. They know that they cannot afford to lose this battle, for the fate of Heaven itself hangs in the balance.
On the other hand, the Demons feel a sense of desperation. They know that they are losing ground and that the Angelic army is growing stronger with each passing moment. Their eyes burn with a fierce intensity, and their movements become more erratic.
With the battle continuing, the sun begins to set, casting a red-orange glow across the battlefield. The Angels and Demons fight on, their weapons flashing in the dying light, their wings beating the air with a desperate intensity.
The tension in the air is almost unbearable, as each side waits for the other to make the final move. The sound of clashing steel and the cries of the wounded fill the air, as the fate of Heaven hangs in the balance.
And as the last rays of sunlight disappear below the horizon, the battle continues, with neither side emerging victorious. The Angels and Demons fight on, their hearts burning with fierce determination, their eyes fixed on the task at hand.
For them, the war at the Gate of Heaven continues until one side emerges triumphant. The tension in the air remains palpable, as the fate of Heaven itself hangs in the balance. The Angel and Demon circle each other, weapons at the ready.
'Why do you fight against us? Why do you seek to destroy everything good and pure in this world?' Amid this cursed war, an Angel speaks first, his voice ringing out above the din of battle. 'We've done nothing to you.'
'You know nothing of what it means to be powerful, to take what you want and kill those who stand in your way. You are too weak, and you will die.' The Demon, whom the Angel confronted, sneers as his eyes glitter with malice.
'We are not weak, and we will not fall. We fight for all that is good in this world, for the very fate of Heaven itself.' Another Angel bristles at his words, raising his lance in a defensive stance aimed at the Demon.
'Heaven? Who cares what that is to me? I fight for the sheer pleasure of it, for the thrill of being on the brink of death. I care nothing for your fairy tale ideas of good and evil.' The Demon laughs a cold, cruel sound that sends shivers down Angel's spine.
'You will pay for your crimes, Demon. You will pay for all the innocent lives you have taken, for all the suffering you have caused.' The Angel narrows his eyes, his heart pounding with fierce determination.
'We will see about that, Angel. We will see who emerges victorious in this battle.' The Demon lunges forward, his sword flashing in the dim light.
And with that, they clash once more, their weapons ringing out in the air as the war at the Gate of Heaven rages on.
The darkness settles in, and the Angelic and Demonic armies continue to fight. Their weapons clash together in a symphony of war, and the sound echoes across the empty void.
With time passing, the Angels and Demons are locked in a deadly stalemate, and neither side can gain any significant advantage. Their movements are slow and deliberate, as they try to conserve their energy for the long haul.
As the war wears on, the Angels feel the burden of their fallen comrades weighing heavily on them. With a sense of virtue and morality, they fight on, knowing that the fate of Heaven rests in their hands.
In contrast, the Demons are driven by a deep-seated rage and a desire to destroy everything good and pure. They fight with vicious cruelty that seems to know no bounds, their eyes burning with an unholy fire.
As the night bathes before them, the Angels and Demons resume their fight. Both teams have their wings beating the air with fierce determination. The sky above them is filled with the light of a thousand stars, and the air is thick with the scent of blood and sweat. The tension in the air is almost unbearable, as the fate of Heaven itself hangs in the balance.
The Angels and Demons fight on, with neither side willing to back down. But even as the war rages on, a sense of weariness begins to set in. The Angels and Demons are both exhausted, their movements growing sluggish, and their attacks growing weaker. As the first light of dawn begins to creep over the horizon, the Angels and Demons suddenly stop fighting. They stand there, facing each other, each side trying to catch their breath.
As the war at the Gate of Heaven continues, the Angels and Demons fight on with unwavering determination. Their weapons clash together, and the sound echoes across the empty void.
'Stand your ground, brothers!' a captain from Angel's squad shouts, his voice filled with conviction. 'We cannot let the Demons pass. Hold the line!'
The Angels tighten their formation, their wings beating the air with a steady rhythm as they brace themselves for the next assault. They are determined to protect Heaven, no matter the cost.
On the other hand, the Demons are driven by a deep-seated rage and a desire to destroy everything good and pure. Their eyes burn with unholy fire, and they fight with a savagery that seems to know no bounds.
For a moment, there is a tense silence, as both sides catch their breath and assess the situation. And then, with a suddenness that takes everyone by surprise, the war resumes.
The Angels and Demons surge forward, their weapons flashing in the dawn light. They fight with a renewed sense of purpose, their movements growing faster and more intense.
The tension in the air is almost palpable, as the Angels and Demons fight on. The fate of Heaven hangs in the balance, and both sides know that they cannot afford to lose. The war at the Gate of Heaven continues, with no end in sight.
'You idiots,' a sergeant from the Demon's army snarls, his voice laced with contempt. 'You think you can stop us? We will kill you and obliterate Heaven for our own!'
The Demons surge forward, their weapons flashing in the light of the stars. The Angels meet them head-on, and the clash of steel fills the air. As the second night wears on, both sides begin to feel the effects of the prolonged battle. Their movements grow slower and more deliberate, and their attacks lose some of their strength.
'We cannot keep this up forever,' an Angel who is about to lose himself says, panting heavily. 'We need to find a way to end this war.'
'We must not falter,' a Demon growls. The Demons, too, are beginning to feel the weight of the battle. 'We must fight on and claim our victory.'
As the sun begins to rise over the horizon, marking the third day of the war, the Angels and Demons find themselves at a stalemate once again. They stand facing each other, each side trying to catch their breath.
'We cannot let this war continue,' an Angel says, his voice filled with a sense of urgency. The same phrase had been replayed too many times now, devoid of any further meaning. 'We must find a way to end this conflict before we destroy ourselves and everything we hold dear.'
'End it? There can be no end until one side is annihilated. We will never stop fighting until we claim our prize,' the Demonic sergeant sneers.
The tension in the air is almost unbearable, as both sides prepare for the next assault. The fate of Heaven hangs in the balance, and the war at the Gate of Heaven continues, with no end in sight.
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Aki_Kure
Aki_Kure Fact no. 26: There is a species of jellyfish that is considered biologically immortal, known as Turritopsis dohrnii.
I think this is the one that scientist is researching hoping to make human immortal or something.
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