Zariel's sword shone brightly, and a devastating beam of flame rained down on Hunter Leader. The Hunter no longer had any artifacts left, and the flames burned him without leaving ashes.
'What a horrible death... He was just given hope and immediately met with overwhelming terror.'
"Osvald, what shall we do?" Wain approached him and prepared to fight.
"Fight, prepare for the worst. I know them. Look closely at the sign on their chest, they are members of one of the three strongest Orders of Angels, the Sun Order."
Zariel stared at Osvald, and suddenly his eyes went wide.
"Osvald... Are you really the one!" Zariel exclaimed, flapped his wings, and landed in front of him. The rest of the Angels followed their commander.
'Is he familiar with Osvald? Good, looks like luck is on our side.' Wain inwardly sighed in relief.
"How do you know me?" Osvald looked wary.
