The force of your combined magic throws you both back several feet. As the darkness dissipates, it becomes clear that Стри has emerged from the battle unscathed. In contrast, you feel drained and weakened by your own power. His words ring true within you; he is a creature of shadow and darkness, while you are merely an imposter who dabbles in its power.

"I... I yield," you manage to croak out, bowing your head in submission. "You are stronger than me, both physically and magically." Tears well up in your eyes as you confess the truth that has been hidden deep within you for so long. "I've been searching for love, for someone who could understand me... but all I've done is bring death and destruction to everything around me. I am not fit to be a duke of hell."

The blast sent Jannik flying backward, his body crashing into a nearby building with a resounding thud. He struggled to rise, but his limbs felt heavy and unresponsive. Blood trickled from his mouth as he spat out a tooth, wincing in pain.

Azazel approached cautiously, her expression a mix of concern and curiosity. "Looks like you took quite a hit," she said, crouching beside him. "But you're still alive. That's impressive, Jannik. You really are something special."

As Jannik finally managed to stumble to his feet behind her, Azazel turned to face him, a hint of admiration in her eyes despite herself. "You may have taken the brunt of my attack, but you didn't go down without a fight," she acknowledged grudgingly. "I suppose that's what makes you so formidable in the first place."

She straightened up, brushing off her robes as she regarded Jannik with a calculating gaze. "Alright, let's end this here. Since you've proven yourself worthy, I agree to spare the humans and angels...