On another front, the undead Inferno Drakes clashed with the Gargantuan Golems, their once-fiery attacks now entwined with the destructive force of necromantic energy. The ground shook with the echoes of the undead Golems' steps, and the fiery remnants of the undead Drakes painted the landscape in a grotesque display. Astra, channeling the last vestiges of her blood dragon energy, fought to reclaim control over the twisted remnants of her summoned creatures.

In the skies above, the undead Celestial Raptors continued their haunting aerial ballet against the Frostbound Titans. The chilling attacks of the undead Titans overwhelmed the once-majestic Raptors, and the celestial display turned into a grim symphony of death. Nell, her eyes reflecting the agony of watching her spectral minions succumb to the darkness, sought a strategy amidst the chaos.

As the undead forces pressed forward, the transformed angel of summoning reveled in the dominion of his necromantic power. The black tendrils of death energy extended further, seeking to ensnare Astra and Nell in a suffocating shroud of unyielding darkness. The ominous feeling that surrounded them intensified, the necrotic resonance of the transformed angel now a suffocating force that threatened to extinguish all light.

Astra and Nell, though battered and facing the encroaching tide of death, refused to yield. The runes on their skin pulsed with a defiant radiance, an echo of the dragons and sea monsters they had absorbed. Recognizing the dire straits, they summoned the last reserves of their spectral army, rallying their minions for a final stand against the overwhelming might of the undead forces.

Amidst the chaos, Astra and Nell stood as pillars of resistance, their eyes ablaze with a determination that defied the encroaching darkness. The fate of the battlefield now hung in a precarious balance, and the clash of opposing forces reached a fever pitch. The very fabric of the battlefield seemed to quiver on the edge of oblivion as the undead army, fueled by the angel of summoning's necromantic power, surged forward against the dwindling remnants of Astra and Nell's spectral minions.

In the face of the relentless onslaught, the once-mighty spectral army of Astra and Nell found itself overwhelmed by the unyielding tide of the undead. The skeletal remains of the Skybound Leviathans, once soaring with celestial grace, now lay scattered in the blood-soaked earth, their ethereal essence extinguished by the corrupting touch of necromancy. Nell's Phantom Specters, once elusive and ethereal, succumbed to the darkness, their ghostly forms dissipating in a spectral wail.

The undead Chaos Serpents entwined themselves around the corpses of Astra's once-proud Gargantuan Golems, the very earth now tainted by the necrotic touch of their twisted forms. The infernal drakes, consumed by the dark flame of the undead, lay extinguished on the frost-covered ground alongside the remnants of the Frostbound Titans. The celestial Raptors, their once-majestic wings now shattered and charred, adorned the desolate battlefield as lifeless reminders of the triumph of death.

Amid the carnage, Astra and Nell stood surrounded by the remnants of their fallen minions. The runes on their skin, once pulsating with the power of dragons and sea monsters, now flickered with a dim glow. The encroaching darkness threatened to swallow them whole as the undead forces closed in, driven by the insidious power of the transformed angel of summoning.

Astra and Nell, their gaze unyielding, felt the weight of loss and despair settling upon them. The runes, now mere echoes of their former brilliance, seemed to echo the mournful cries of the fallen. Yet, in the face of overwhelming odds, a flicker of defiance burned in their eyes. The bond between the two women forged through battles and trials, strengthened as they faced the ultimate test of their resilience.

The transformed angel, reveling in the victory of his necromantic forces, approached with an air of malevolence. The skeletal wings cast grotesque shadows across the crimson landscape as the abyssal gaze fixed upon Astra and Nell. The shrouds of the damned billowed around the dark figure, and the skeletal visage contorted into a ghastly smile.

As the angel raised his skeletal hand, prepared to unleash the final onslaught, Astra and Nell, drawing upon the last vestiges of their strength, invoked a desperate incantation. The runes, though diminished, responded with a feeble but determined radiance. The air crackled with a faint echo of the dragons and sea monsters that had once inhabited the runes.

In a last act of defiance, Astra and Nell channeled the residual power of the fallen spectral army, calling upon the ethereal remnants of their dragons and sea monsters. The very essence of the battlefield seemed to shudder as the spectral echoes of their fallen minions converged, forming a fleeting barrier against the encroaching darkness. In the shadow of defeat, Astra and Nell stood prepared for a final stand, their eyes reflecting the resilience of those who had faced the abyss and refused to surrender.

In the waning glow of the runic barrier, Astra and Nell faced the relentless advance of the undead with a resolute determination. The spectral echoes of their fallen minions, though weakened, swirled around them like ethereal guardians. The air crackled with the mingling forces of despair and defiance as the transformed angel of summoning prepared to unleash the full might of his necromantic power.

Astra, her eyes ablaze with the indomitable spirit of the blood dragon, raised her hands, conjuring a whirlwind of crimson energy. The remnants of her Gargantuan Golems materialized as spectral guardians, their stony forms infused with the last echoes of earth-shaking power. Nell, drawing upon her vampiric heritage, channeled shadows into a protective cloak, weaving an intricate dance of darkness that mirrored the spectral nature of her fallen Phantom Specters.

The undead forces, driven by the twisted necromantic influence, hesitated for a moment, as if confronted by the spectral defiance of the fallen minions. In that fleeting pause, Astra and Nell seized the opportunity to strike back. Astra unleashed torrents of draconic energy, creating waves of crimson fire that engulfed the skeletal remains of the Chaos Serpents. Nell's dark shadows intertwined with the undead, siphoning their malevolent energy and turning it against them in a dance of vampiric retribution.

As the battlefield erupted into a clash of ethereal forces, the transformed angel of summoning unleashed a deafening necrotic roar. The shroud of death, billowing around him like a sinister cloak, extended to envelop the spectral barrier. Yet, the runes on Astra and Nell's skin, though diminished, shimmered with a defiant brilliance, creating a focal point of resistance.

The sea monsters, once masters of the ocean's depths, surged forth in spectral waves. Astra and Nell, their connection with the ethereal sea creatures unwavering, directed the spectral sea monsters to assail the undead forces. The waves of spectral energy crashed against the skeletal hordes, pushing back the encroaching darkness in a tumultuous display of supernatural power.

As the spectral sea monsters clashed with the undead, Astra and Nell summoned the celestial dragons from the remnants of their fallen drakes. The dragons, wreathed in ethereal flame, soared across the battlefield, their majestic roars echoing through the crimson sky. Flames danced in tandem with the dragons' movements, incinerating the skeletal remains of the undead with celestial fire.

The angel of summoning, now faced with the unexpected resurgence of spectral forces, raised his bony wings in an attempt to shield himself from the onslaught. The skeletal visage contorted in a grotesque expression of frustration as the shrouds of the damned billowed around him, struggling against the opposing currents of spectral energy.

In the heart of the maelstrom, Astra and Nell stood back-to-back, their unity an unspoken pact against the encroaching darkness. The runes on their skin pulsed with the ebbing power of dragons and sea monsters, resonating with the spectral echoes of the fallen. With each wave of the ethereal battle, the runes seemed to draw upon the very essence of the fallen minions, reclaiming fragments of the lost power.

The transformed angel, sensing the waning dominance of his necromantic forces, let out a chilling howl. The abyssal gaze flickered with a hint of desperation as the celestial dragons descended upon him, their ethereal flames searing through the shrouds of the damned. Astra, fueled by the blood dragon's resilience, directed torrents of draconic energy to shatter the skeletal wings, leaving the angel momentarily vulnerable.

In a synchronized effort, Astra and Nell, their runes pulsating with renewed vigor, channeled the power of their fallen minions into a concentrated surge of ethereal energy. The spectral sea monsters, now an unstoppable force, surged forward, tearing through the remaining undead forces in a whirlwind of aquatic wrath. The celestial dragons, their flames intensified by the runic infusion, converged upon the transformed angel, bathing him in celestial fire.

The shrouds of the damned, unable to withstand the combined assault of spectral sea monsters and celestial dragons, began to unravel. The skeletal wings, now reduced to fragments, fell away, revealing the angel's transformed visage. The skeletal mask contorted in agony, and the abyssal gaze dimmed as the necromantic resonance waned.

Astra and Nell, seizing the moment of vulnerability, directed the remaining spectral forces to converge upon the transformed angel. The skeletal remnants of their fallen minions, now infused with the power of dragons and sea monsters, coalesced into a formidable ethereal army. The very air vibrated with the crescendo of spectral energy as the army advanced, overwhelming the weakened angel of summoning.

The transformed angel, once a harbinger of death, now found himself ensnared in the embrace of spectral forces. The necrotic resonance, once an overwhelming presence, flickered like dying embers. The skeletal visage, stripped of its macabre glamour, revealed the haunting reflection of a being undone by the very forces he sought to command.

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