Sometimes, Anthony didn't know whether to feel happy or sad. The summoning of the Master God should have been an incredible, unbeatable ultimate move. It should at least have taken some effort, some time to chant some sort of prayer, right?
No, Ange arrived as soon as he called. It happened so quickly that Anthony didn't even have the chance to cancel it. Seriously, could there be a more idle Master God? It was almost undignified.
Of course, Anthony wasn't complaining, he was just lamenting the lack of pomp and ceremony. Next time, he would definitely think up an incredibly cool incantation and complete it before begging for help.
A powerful aura appeared out of nowhere, and a holy light emitted from Anthony. The light was animate, slowly moving away from Anthony, its two ends gripped like a hammer, ready to be swung at any moment.
