Michael's growl reverberated through the swamp as he rose to his feet, seething with frustration at the abrupt escape of Griffy. His anger, however, was swiftly redirected as he faced the arrival of the angel. The confidence radiating from the angel told Michael that he was facing an opponent of great power ā an opponent who showed no fear even in the face of a god.
"Resist all you want, rogue god," the angel's voice resonated across the swamp. Its tone alone conveyed the angel's immense power.
"You won't escape through teleportation," the angel declared, producing a glowing red rune-engraved metal plate. The plate split into fragments that dispersed in every direction around Michael.
Gradually, the space around him thickened, stifling his ability to employ shadow teleportation.
"How did you find me?" Michael inquired, despite being aware that his use of power had alerted the pantheon to his presence. An executioner from their ranks had tracked him down.
