Ezekiel was using a power that he shouldn't have been able to use, especially since he was a Demon. However, he still used it. It was as if he was willing to harm himself in return for harming the Abyssal Dragon even more.
He dealt twice the damage on the Abyssal Dragon than he took himself.
But the Dragon was far from defeated. It bellowed a deafening roar that shook the very fabric of space, summoning forth a maelstrom of shadowy tendrils.
They coiled around Ezekiel, constricting his movements and draining the divine energy.
Gabriel watched the intense struggle between Ezekiel and the Abyssal Dragon. He knew that his mentor was pushing himself to the limit, using powers that should have been beyond his reach. It was a risky move, but Ezekiel was determined to obtain the Dragon's heart for Gabriel.
Gabriel couldn't help but feel as if he needed to do something to aid Ezekiel. He couldn't just stand there and watch Ezekiel suffer.
Drawing upon the knowledge he had acquired and the limited control he had over the Abyssal Element, Gabriel channeled his energy into a focused beam of pure Abyssal power.
The beam surged towards the Dragon, intertwining with the shadows that enveloped Ezekiel. The combined force created a powerful explosion, momentarily dispersing the darkness and giving Ezekiel an opportunity to break free.
However, thanks to him attacking, the protective barrier that Ezekiel had cast around him also broke apart, bringing him right under the gaze of the Abyssal Dragon.
A terrifying pressure descended upon him. It was just an instant, but Gabriel felt as if he was being crushed by a mountain. It was a feeling that he hadn't felt before. The pressure alone made blood trickle out of his nose.
Ezekiel's eyes met Gabriel's for a fleeting moment. He appeared somewhat taken aback that Gabriel had ignored his instructions to help him. However, watching Gabriel suffer, he couldn't stay angry. He knew that the young man did it for him, even after knowing what kind of danger it could attract to him.
Gabriel's expression hardened, determination burning in his eyes as he pushed through the pain. His figure rushed through the empty space, appearing before Gabriel.
"You are so stubborn. Do you realize you could've been crushed to death in an instant by its pressure?"
He raised his hand, casting another barrier around Gabriel. However, this time he didn't leave it to the barrier. The Abyssal Dragon had already noticed Gabriel.
He lightly tapped the barrier, casting another layer of protection to protect Gabriel from being hurt.
It was only after making sure that Gabriel was safe, he turned to the Abyssal Dragon.
"I don't need your help. So stay out of my way." His cold voice fell in Gabriel's ears.
With a surge of power, Ezekiel got back to the battle. He unleashed a devastating attack on the Abyssal Dragon, redirecting its attention away from Gabriel.
The battle intensified as Ezekiel and the Dragon exchanged blow after blow, their powers colliding in an explosive clash. Gabriel watched with great interest as his mentor fought with unwavering resolve, refusing to yield to the overwhelming might of the Dragon.
He observed every single thing carefully, as if trying to learn Ezekiel's fighting style since he was going to have the same ability. Ezekiel was his goal, but he wasn't the destination.
He wanted to reach Ezekiel's level, and even surpass him!
With time, the wounds on the Abyssal Dragon's body increased. Roar of the Abyssal Dragon spread far and wide, making the other Abyssal Creatures in the surroundings tremble.
Its attacks grew fiercer, its immense power threatening to overwhelm them both. But with each passing moment, Gabriel could feel the energy within Ezekiel resonating with the Abyss, strengthening his connection to the element.
At the same time, he could also feel that his understanding and control of the Abyssal Element were growing exponentially, fueled by the knowledge he gained from watching the two powerful beings fight.
As the battle raged on, Gabriel's mind raced, processing the intricate details of the fight. He couldn't help but imagine how the battle would've progressed if he was fighting the Abyssal Dragon.
Since he couldn't use brutal strength like Ezekiel, he could only try other methods if he was in that place. He realized that he needed to find a way to exploit the Abyssal Dragon's weaknesses, to find a flaw in its impenetrable defense.
Drawing upon his newfound connection to the Abyssal Element, Gabriel focused his mind on deciphering the Dragon's patterns and vulnerabilities. With each strike, each dodge, he studied the Dragon's movements, its weak points, and the way it channeled its immense power.
Suddenly, a realization struck him like a bolt of lightning. The Dragon's attacks followed a distinct rhythm, a pattern that could be exploited. With this newfound knowledge, Gabriel devised a plan, his mind calculating the precise moment to strike.
Since Ezekiel was fighting, he couldn't observe such minute details, but from a third person's perspective, Gabriel was able to notice.
As Ezekiel engaged the Dragon in a fierce close-quarter combat, Gabriel positioned himself strategically, waiting for the perfect opportunity.
He felt the Abyssal Element coursing through his veins, empowering him with dark energy and lending him strength beyond his mortal limits.
He knew that Ezekiel was going to scold him again if he interfered. However, he couldn't sit idle. If the fight progressed like it did, Ezekiel was going to win, but it was going to take at least an hour more.
Even if Ezekiel won, he would've been hurt a lot. Gabriel didn't want the battle to drag on if he could help it. He was willing to be scolded if that's what it took.
In fact, he even thought about informing Ezekiel about this, but the Dragon was also a powerful being. The moment it realized that its weakness was discovered, it was going to become harder to take advantage of it!
Time seemed to slow as the Dragon prepared for a devastating attack. Its massive maw opened wide, gathering energy for a destructive breath of shadowy flames. It was the perfect moment to strike.
