As they ascended into the sky, unobstructed by buildings, they finally beheld the enemy engaged in battle with Balgan.
What a wicked and blasphemous form it was! A massive clump of flesh and blood hung in mid-air, with rings of flesh riddled with ghastly eyes nested within each other.
Under the reflection of the twin moons in the night sky, countless substantial evil gazes fixed upon them, feeling like ants crawling over their skin, causing their hair to stand on end.
The moment they saw the Original Sin Angel, a realization dawned upon everyone: this was their target for this mission.
However, upon seeing Balgan's current condition, a sense of sinking hopelessness slowly filled their hearts.
There were no visible wounds on his body, the only marks were from the impact of explosions.
But at this moment, he was kneeling with his eyes tightly shut, his face contorted with struggle and ferocity, as if enduring immense pain beneath the massive sphere of flesh and blood.
