Black Angel: Messenger of the Shadow Stone NWA Vol 1 Album Outro
The sky over the Forsaken Realm wasn’t dark; it was a bruised purple, thick with the scent of ozone and ancient sulfur. At the center of the battlefield stood King Raizen, his long white hair whipping like a banner of war. He didn't draw a sword. He didn't need to. His presence alone anchored the reality around his grandsons.
"Don't let the scale of them intimidate you," Raizen’s voice boomed, vibrating in their very marrow. "They bleed just like men. Only more profusely."
The Vanguard: David and Yuri
From the clouds, a brood of Elder Dragons descended, their scales shimmering with necrotic energy. David, the eldest, stepped forward with a cocky grin that mirrored his grandfather’s. He didn't reach for a blade; he leveled his index finger.
"Spirit Gun!" David roared. A sphere of concentrated sapphire energy tore through the lead dragon’s chest, the recoil cracking the earth beneath his boots.
Beside him, Yuri unslung the massive Decaforce Sword. As a swarm of winged apparitions dived, Yuri’s blade shifted form, glowing with the brilliance of the Ten Powers. "Explosion!" he shouted, swinging the heavy metal. The impact wasn't just physical—it was a concussive blast of light that vaporized the ghosts before they could phase through their armor.
The Tacticians: Joshua and Alexander
While the front line held, the ground erupted. Skeletal behemoths crawled from the loam. Joshua didn't flinch. He manipulated the Silver behind his back, the liquid metal swirling like a living serpent. With a flick of his wrist, it hardened into a massive, multi-pointed lance.
"Alexander, keep them grounded!" Joshua commanded, impaling three monsters in a single, fluid strike.
Alexander—regal, cold, and calculating—raised a hand. He didn't care for the filth of physical combat. With a rhythmic pulse of magical energy, he commanded the very earth and flora of the realm. Thorns as thick as tree trunks burst from the soil, entangling the dragons David had grounded.
"I grow weary of these pests," Alexander hissed, his eyes glowing with green malice as he crushed a dragon’s throat with a conjured vine.
The Final Strike: Trevor
High above the chaos, a shimmering streak of white and gold cut through the smog. Trevor, donned in his Tallgeese-inspired plating, descended like a falling star. His Epyon blade hissed as it ignited, a whip of pure thermal energy.
He moved with a lethal, aristocratic grace that even Raizen respected. Trevor didn't waste movements. He carved through the air, his blade severing the wings of the largest Apparition King.
"Insignificant," Trevor muttered, the heat from his blade cauterizing the air.
The King’s Approval
As the last of the monsters dissolved into ash, the silence returned to the wasteland. The five brothers stood amidst the wreckage, breathing hard, their eyes turning toward the silhouette of their grandfather.
Raizen looked at the scorched earth, then at the blood on their brows. A slow, terrifyingly proud smile spread across his face.
"Not bad," the King grunted, crossing his massive arms. "But you missed one on the ridge. David, go finish it before I decide to make you spar with me instead."
David groaned, but his grin never faded. The lineage of war was exhausting, but it was theirs.
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