The battle raged on, with the Decay of Angels struggling against the overwhelming forces arrayed against them. Fyodor, Sigma, Nikolai, Bram and Fukuchi (Kamui) watched with concern as their allies fell one by one to the enemys weapons and perhaps abilities. All seemed lost.

That's when it happened. Lightning cracked across the sky, though no clouds were visible. The bolt struck the ground with earth-shaking force, parting the combatants.

As the dust settled, a silhouette emerged from the smoldering crater. Shadows clung to the mysterious figure at first, obscuring details, but slowly faded to reveal terrifying yet awe-inspiring features. Wings of night stretched forth, tattered but powerful. Black tendrils connected limbs to a body covered in the figure's black clothing as dark as the void. Horns curled back like a demon's crown, and eyes glowed red as hellfire.

The Decay of Angels gasped, for this newcomer was unlike any they had seen before. Yet in Fyodor's eyes shone not fear, but hope.

"An angel of darkness has come to turn the tide" Fyodor declared, the enemy swayed at the sight of this grim apparition, doubt filling their hearts.