*Bzz!~*
The Desolate Heavenly Tribulation gathered desolate heavenly lightning and desolate heavenly spacetime around its executor, aiding its strength as though creating a battle armor.
The Twelve-Winged Seraphim's translucent heavenly avatar was covered by the same heavenly factor that infused with the other manifestations. It obscured his majestic appearance, but he still appeared transcendental.
"~!@#$%^&*"
He opened his mouth, uttering gibberish Davis couldn't understand, but he could guess it must be the Seraphim race's language or some other old language. The seraphim stopped mid-sentence with a frown and then, with a flicker of his eyes, started speaking in words that Davis could understand.
"How powerful you are to have forced the heavens to summon my spiritual mark, little human."
The seraphim spoke the Sky Word Language as though he had just learned, his pronunciation awkward yet still brimming with authority.
