Hum... hum... hum...
The debris and massive broken pieces of the Colosseum began to float slowly around the figure. With a harsh stretch of her skeletal back, she unfurled her wings.
Each bone creaked as if the world itself held its breath.
"Measly mortals... You dare make fun of me by showing my defeat."
Her voice rose, heavy with rage.
"Me... The Archangel of War, getting defeated... You dare show false narratives?"
Her words carried a violent shockwave that rippled through the air. Buildings cracked, stones shattered, and the ground split apart, throwing dust into the sky as thunder rolled from her voice alone.
"Damn!" someone shouted as many SSS ranks were forced to their knees. The pressure of her presence crushed them. They were beings who stood like gods among mortals, yet before her, they felt no better than frightened children.
The Archangel of War suddenly stopped speaking and turned her head slowly, her hollow eyes fixing in a particular direction.
