"What are we meant to do next, Adam Rosa?" A faint humanoid voice of a woman asked him as he sat there, reading his grimoire intently.
The silhouette of the Seraphim asking was revealed to be the Seraphim of War – Ares. She was the most human-looking out of all of them, her thick heavy armor and large sword gave her an imposing aura. She had the same snow-white complexion that the Angels and Seraphims have had so far. Ares' eyes were absent of any pupils, only having a bright spectacle of whiteness inside it.
"Patience, Ares." Adam said as he shook his head ever so lightly.
"Patience?! You tell me to contain my calm as the other Seraphims have either been killed or taken captive, you have the gall to tell me to be patient? Pick up your blade, if I win, then I will be the one to lead the Angels towards glory, not you." Ares said as she drew her sword and pointed it at the SSS Rank Slayer.
