When night descended upon Nimbosia, Michael emerged from Goddess Ava's temple, bidding farewell to Fayeth. The clash between the angels still raged above, filling the sky with streaks of lightning and bursts of thunder. The flashes of Kranar's angels' lightning illuminated Michael's path as he walked.
"Thankfully, the streets are clear of citizens," Ayag quipped from within Michael's coat pocket. To blend into the darkness, Michael had swapped his earlier brown robes for a black coat over his armor.
"These gods and angels seem like real troublemakers," Sarba grumbled.
"Nithroel did mention that the realm of gods is far worse than the mortal realm," Michael recalled as he moved along the rooftops, carefully avoiding the gaze of the battling angels.
