The angel, once a harbinger of malevolence, faced the inexorable might of the cosmic onslaught. The tendrils, like ethereal blades, cleaved through the very fabric of his being. In a cascade of cosmic luminescence, the angel of summoning was eviscerated from existence. His malevolent essence scattered into the astral winds, dissolving into the cosmic tapestry.
The woman, her celestial aura undisturbed by the cosmic display, lowered her arm. The tendrils, having fulfilled their purpose, dissipated into the astral currents. Astra and Nell, witnesses to the cosmic spectacle, felt the weight of the angel's malevolence lift from the astral realms. The battlefield, once a crucible of cosmic clash, now stood in silence, marked by the absence of the angel's dark influence.
