The Angel Race's stronghold.
The elders suppressing the Seraph realized something was wrong at this moment.
Why hasn't the Clan Scion returned yet?
"Could something have happened?"
An elder of the Angel Race turned his head and asked his nearby companion.
"Impossible! Isn't someone following the Clan Scion?"
Suddenly, the Holy Flame in the hall abruptly flickered.
An imposing figure appeared out of thin air, with eight pairs of radiant golden wings spreading behind him...
It was none other than Mars Miller, the Archon of the Seraphim!
"Michael is dead."
Mars Miller's voice was as cold as ice, "Find out who did this."
The elders exchanged glances.
They knew the Archon was not truly concerned about this son's life or death...
Mars had numerous offspring and could appoint a new Clan Scion at any time.
What truly enraged the Archon was...
The Breaking Realm Blade!
The Angel Race's treasured artifact had been stolen by Michael and lost!
"We will investigate immediately!"
