In the wake of the overwhelming victory, a profound calm settled over the island. The blood-red sea, once tumultuous and threatening, now mirrored the tranquil sky above. The alabaster moon hung in the heavens, casting its serene glow upon the battlefield that had borne witness to a clash of otherworldly proportions.

Astra and Nell, their figures outlined by the residual energies of the battlefield, exchanged a glance that spoke volumes. The battle against the Angel of Summoning had been won, and the island stood as a nexus of celestial and elemental energies, forever altered by the convergence of realms and the power unleashed in their quest to protect the overworld.

The Angel of Summoning, in a sudden and ominous transformation, unfurled his once-purple wings, revealing a skeletal structure beneath. Feathers fell away like a macabre cascade, leaving behind massive bony wings that stretched ominously. His eyes, once filled with celestial light, turned pitch black, radiating an unsettling aura that sent shivers down the spines of those in its presence.

As the eerie transformation unfolded, an oppressive feeling converged around Astra and Nell. The air itself seemed to thicken with an otherworldly presence, and the very fabric of the battlefield resonated with the ominous energy emanating from the transformed Angel of Summoning. The once-majestic figure now stood as a harbinger of darkness, the bony wings casting a foreboding shadow over the crimson landscape.

Astra and Nell, bearing witness to the unsettling metamorphosis, felt the weight of an impending confrontation. The celestial and elemental energies that had defined the battlefield now clashed against the ominous forces emanating from the transformed angel. The stage was set for a final, otherworldly confrontation that would determine the fate of the transformed realm and the very fabric of existence.

The skeletal wings, once a symbol of celestial grace, now bore the mark of desolation. The transformation had stripped away their former luminosity, leaving behind a haunting display of bone and shadow. Each bony protrusion extended with an otherworldly span, casting a grotesque silhouette against the crimson sky. No longer a source of divine radiance, these macabre remnants stirred an unsettling sense of dread as they twitched and adjusted, as if guided by some unholy force.

The eerie presence of the skeletal wings created an atmosphere of despair, their movements accompanied by the unsettling sound of bones creaking and shifting. The desolation they exuded seemed to seep into the very fabric of the battlefield, casting an ominous pall over the once vibrant landscape. The angel, now a harbinger of necromantic power, hovered with an eerie grace, the skeletal wings stretching and folding in an unsettling dance that mirrored the transformed essence of the once-celestial being.

The celestial purple eyes that once exuded a sense of otherworldly beauty and command underwent a malevolent transformation, now transformed into abyssal pools of darkness. No trace of their former celestial glow remained; instead, these eyes radiated an ominous and unsettling energy. The once-commanding gaze of the angel now held a necromantic power, a sinister force capable of instilling dread and despair in those unfortunate enough to meet it.

The abyssal gaze seemed to draw from the very depths of darkness, an unholy wellspring that emanated from the eyes of the transformed angel. As the gaze shifted, shadows seemed to writhe within the pupils, creating an unsettling dance of darkness. Those who locked eyes with the angel felt a chill crawl down their spine, an instinctive response to the malevolent power that now resided within the once-celestial being. The aura of dread surrounding the angel intensified with each sweep of the abyssal gaze, marking a stark departure from the commanding presence it once held.

The once-flowing robes that adorned the angel underwent a grim metamorphosis, transforming into tattered shrouds that billowed with ethereal darkness. The spectral garments, now reminiscent of funeral attire, exuded an aura of doom and foreboding. Each tatter seemed to whisper of the damned, carrying an otherworldly weight that hinted at the profound connection between the angel's new form and the realm of the deceased.

As the shrouds drifted around the transformed angel, they created an unsettling symphony of whispers that echoed with the voices of the damned. The very fabric of the garments seemed to absorb the essence of death itself, becoming an extension of the necromantic power now coursing through the being. The shrouds, like tendrils of the underworld, swirled with an ominous energy, casting an eerie darkness wherever they extended. The once-regal and celestial robes now bore the mark of the damned, a haunting reflection of the angel's descent into a necromantic form.

The divine countenance of the angel twisted and contorted into a skeletal mask, an unsettling transformation that bore the grim aesthetics of necromantic power. Once radiant and celestial features now gave way to the haunting visage of death. The eye sockets, once pools of celestial purple, became hollow voids that radiated an eerie luminescence, capturing the essence of the underworld.

The skeletal visage, now devoid of the warmth and benevolence it once held, spoke of a macabre evolution. The bone-white surface seemed to absorb and reflect the ambient darkness, casting shadows upon the transformed being. The jaw, now stripped of its previous divine beauty, held an air of malevolence, as if the angel's very expression had become a harbinger of the impending doom that accompanied its newfound necromantic form. It was a stark departure from the celestial grace that once defined the angel, replaced by a skeletal countenance that embodied the darker forces it now wielded.

The air around the angel thickened with the essence of the underworld, creating an oppressive atmosphere that spoke of death's inexorable embrace. A palpable sense of mortality emanated from the transformed form as if the very fabric of death clung to the being like a shroud. The aura exuded a chilling presence, a silent reminder of the necromantic forces that now coursed through every fiber of the once-celestial entity.

This aura of Death's Embrace seemed to create a gravitational pull, drawing the surrounding energy into a vortex of dark, ethereal power. The air itself seemed to resonate with an otherworldly resonance, echoing the somber hymn of the underworld. It was as if the angel had become a conduit for the very forces of death, channeling the macabre energies that bound the realms of the living and the dead. The atmosphere, now saturated with this morbid essence, bore witness to the profound transformation of the angel into an avatar of necromantic dominion.

The transformed angel resonated with necrotic energy, creating an ominous and palpable force that echoed through the battlefield. Each step, each gesture, seemed to carry the weight of the underworld, as if the very essence of death had chosen the angel as its earthly vessel. The once-celestial being now radiated a spectral presence, a manifestation of the dominion of death over what was once a divine entity.

This Necrotic Resonance manifested as dark ripples in the air, distorting the very fabric of reality around the angel. Shadows clung to the being like an ethereal cloak, swirling with an otherworldly energy that defied the natural order. The resonance extended beyond the physical form, reaching into the metaphysical realms with an eerie, subsonic hum. It was as if the angel had become a conduit for the harmonies of the underworld, weaving a macabre symphony that echoed through the battlefield. The Necrotic Resonance, an undeniable mark of the angel's transformation, cast an aura of dread and foreboding over the once-bustling battleground.

The transformed angel, now a harbinger of necromantic might, extended his skeletal hands towards the heavens. As he did, an oppressive shroud of death began to coalesce above the battlefield, weaving together the very fabric of mortality. The spectral energies emanating from the angel converged into a massive dark shroud that descended with a foreboding presence, enveloping the entire battleground in an aura of desolation.

Within the suffocating embrace of this necrotic shroud, fallen monsters from both sides were stirred from their lifeless states. Resurrected by the twisted power of death, they emerged anew, their once vibrant forms now twisted into grotesque, undead aberrations. The angel's necromantic prowess had reshaped the fallen creatures into abominations that mirrored the macabre aesthetics of the underworld.

Astra's and Nell's monsters, once majestic and elemental, were now reborn as wretched undead entities. The Skybound Leviathans, once rulers of the skies, now had skeletal wings and hollow, lifeless eyes. The Abyssal Behemoths, former aquatic powerhouses, emerged with rotting scales and spectral tendrils. Gargantuan Golems, once embodiments of earth's strength, now moved with an eerie, disjointed gait, their stony forms cracked and decaying.

The Celestial Raptors, once graceful avian predators, now soared with skeletal wings, their talons dripping with an ethereal darkness. The Inferno Drakes, former wielders of fiery wrath, roared with undead fervor, flames flickering within the hollow cavities of their skeletal frames. Stormbound Colossi, once masters of elemental storms, now crackled with a necrotic energy, their colossal forms wreathed in ghostly tempests.

Phantom Specters, once elusive and ethereal, now moved with an unsettling jerky motion, their ghostly forms twisted by the angel's dark influence. Chaos Serpents, former embodiments of disorder, slithered with skeletal agility, their serpentine bodies adorned with spectral scales.

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