Wain became Second Chronicle, and now the forms could communicate with him, but only three out of five. It was difficult for Knight and Aristocrat to do so for natural reasons. They were forced to stay on the first platform, but even so, they could say a few words.
'Is it really my time!? A joyful voice exclaimed as Wain's aura intensified.
'Yes, I expect your black flames will burn the angels and leave no trace of them.' Wain mentally said, and an aristocratic red cloak and gloves appeared on him.
He looked toward the hovering angels with wings and clenched his fist. He had targeted them because the presence of the wings showed that these angels had high blood purity. They were stronger and more important than the others.
Tremble.
Space in the air trembled, and dark spheres appeared next to the angels. They grew sharply in size and looked like two black suns.
