Caught in the midst of this tempestuous clash, Vangel couldn't contain his exhilaration. It was a moment of revelation, a confirmation of the immense power he now possessed. The sheer magnitude of his abilities, realized in this battle, filled him with an intoxicating sense of joy and awe. He reveled in the sheer thrill of his newfound might, relishing the opportunity to demonstrate his strength to the world. That feeling was nothing else.
Vangel only calmed down when he noticed the rift that they used to come to that era trembling in decreasing in size. While he wasn't afraid of being locked there since he could just open another one, Vangel knew that too much interference in other eras might cause problems for him in the future as well, so he had to avoid that.
"I still feel his presence… it is weaker, and it is wavering thanks to being hit by my attacks, but he never gets weaker than this," Vangel thought while rubbing his chin.
Knowing Aion, Vangel knew that he wouldn't try to buy time; he knew that time was against him since Vangel was getting stronger with every passing moment, after all.
While Vangel was thinking about that, something impossible happened… he felt an ominous feeling, and then he raised his sword to block all attacks. Weirdly enough, he felt his sword absorbing energy, but he didn't know what was happening.
Vangel's face began to itch, a nagging sensation that grew increasingly bothersome. He absentmindedly brushed his hand against his cheek, only to feel a sudden, sharp sting. His brows furrowed in confusion as he realized something had harmed him, causing a small trickle of blood to drip from his wounded face.
A mix of surprise and annoyance flashed across Vangel's features. He hadn't anticipated this sudden attack on his person. His gaze darted around, searching for the source of his assailant, but found nothing immediately apparent. The sensation of pain lingered, a reminder of his vulnerability amidst the chaos of the battlefield.
"I guess I can say that the score is 100 to 01… I have a long way ahead of me," Aion said after he suddenly appeared above the ocean.
Vangel's surprise persisted as he continued to ponder the origin of his sudden injury. His mind raced, analyzing the possibilities and seeking an explanation for the unseen assailant. He furrowed his brows, deep in thought, as he scrutinized the battlefield for any signs or clues.
Questions filled his mind. How could he have been struck without warning? Who or what had managed to breach his defenses? Vangel's eyes darted from one direction to another, searching for any hints, any traces of the elusive culprit. He couldn't afford to underestimate the situation or the potential threats lurking around him. Despite Aion's words, he failed to believe that he was the one who wounded him.
Aion could tell that it was the case, and he decided to surprise Vangel once more. He already realized what kind of person he was… he was an extremely good copycat, but creativity wasn't his forte.
While the enemy was confused, Aion decided to test some other things. Vangel raised his guard when he felt Aion's mana getting active, but he didn't see what was going on… he only felt lingerings signs of magic being used; he didn't know what was used.
All of a sudden, he realized what kind of magic Aion used, but, at the same time… Aion expanded his sword to its fullest extent. With a mighty swing, he unleashed a devastating strike toward Vangel. The air crackled with energy as the immense blade descended upon its target.
Vangel's astonishment turned to alarm as he realized the impending danger. Before he could react, the force of Aion's attack crashed into him with tremendous impact. The ground beneath them trembled as the colossal sword collided with Vangel, sending shockwaves rippling through the battlefield.
The sheer power of the blow left Vangel reeling, his body propelled backward through the air. He struggled to regain his footing, the impact having momentarily shattered his composure. As he staggered, blood trickled from his wounds, staining his once-immaculate attire.
Aion stood resolute, his gaze fixed upon Vangel. The weight of his attack echoed in the air, a testament to his unwavering resolve. He had unleashed the full force of his strength, channeling it into that single strike.
Vangel's eyes widened with shock as he didn't recognize the unfamiliar pattern of Aion's time magic. It was unlike anything he had encountered before, a unique manipulation of temporal energies that left him feeling utterly defenseless.
Time seemed to distort around Vangel as Aion's new technique took hold. He felt the flow of seconds and minutes become erratic, bending and warping in ways he couldn't comprehend. It was as if Aion had tapped into a hidden well of temporal power, granting him an advantage that Vangel couldn't anticipate.
The realization struck Vangel with a profound sense of vulnerability. His usual confidence wavered as he grappled with the implications of this newfound ability. No longer could he rely on his quick reflexes and strategic thinking to outmaneuver his opponents. Aion had introduced an element of unpredictability that left Vangel at a disadvantage.
"What was that?" Vangel said while his wounds began to heal and the blood began to vanish from his clothes.
"Do you really think I would explain that to you?" Aion asked while smiling. "I will; if you release those three, then we will be able to play for quite a while."
Aion's eyes widened in surprise as Vangel effortlessly reversed time. It was a move he hadn't expected, leaving him momentarily puzzled. He watched in awe as Vangel manipulated time, undoing the effects of Aion's attack.
A mix of wonder and confusion filled Aion's mind. He couldn't help but admire Vangel's skill in manipulating time. Still, he was also perplexed by the specific technique used against him. He furrowed his brow, trying to make sense of it.
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