In the dawn of primordial chaos, the abyss seethed with boundless negative energy. The great dragon Leviathan broke free from the shackles of creation, its scales coated in malice and its breath carrying a darkness capable of corroding the soul. As the boundary between the mortal realm and the heavens was torn asunder, wails of despair swallowed the light like a rising tide. At this moment, Archangel Michael descended from the Realm of Holy Light. He is the most courageous warrior under the Creator and the guardian endowed with the supreme authority of "Exorcism and Purification."
In Michael’s hand was the Fiery Sword, forged from the sacred flames of creation. Its blade shimmered with a weave of gold and crimson light, and every swing could tear through the veil of darkness. The holy words inscribed upon the blade served as an absolute negation of all negative energy. Leviathan coiled at the summit of the chaotic abyss, its body large enough to blot out the sky and its claws capable of crushing stars. It roared and lunged at Michael, its dark energy surging like ink, attempting to entangle and corrupt the Archangel’s divine form.
"Wherever darkness reaches, my holy light shall follow; wherever negative entanglements linger, my blade shall sever." Michael’s voice resounded like thunder as the Fiery Sword cut through the air. Wherever the blade passed, dark energy dissolved like ice under a midsummer sun. He stepped through the churning chaos, holy light cascading from his wings. Everywhere he went, corrupted souls regained their clarity and polluted lands were restored to purity—this is his unique Supreme Power of Purification, for no negative energy can persist beneath his divine radiance.
The final battle unfolded at the peak of the abyss. Leviathan condensed all its dark power into a sky-obscuring black mist, attempting to drag Michael into eternal night. But Michael never faltered. He channeled all his holy light into the Fiery Sword, and the blade erupted with a brilliance that illuminated the entire abyss. With a single decisive strike, the black mist shattered, the dragon’s scales were split open, and its very bones were scorched by the sacred fire. Michael stepped forward, trampling the head of the dragon, pressing his Fiery Sword against its brow. The core of darkness was utterly purified, and Leviathan’s roar fell into eternal silence.
After this battle, the source of the abyss's negative energy was severed, and the boundary between the heavens and the mortal realm regained its stability. Michael stands watch at the crossroads of light and shadow, his name becoming synonymous with "Hope" and "Purification." Wherever darkness takes root, the light of the Archangel shall descend, severing all negative entanglements and guarding all creation within the light.
