"It's not just the words that you use that are familiar. For some reason, there's a familiar stench on this guy... Which is disgusting!" The Statue's voice came. "Kill him!"
"With pleasure!" The Lord of Flames cackled as he stepped forward.
With each step, a deep footprint was left behind on the ground as if the road under his feet itself was melting.
His eyes flashed with a demonic light as he raised his hand and summoned a raging inferno, ready to consume his target. But before he could strike, a figure darted forward.
A dark mist spread everywhere, making it almost impossible to see anything.
"Aren't you taking me too lightly?" Gabriel frowned. "This is just the start. I am not letting yo-"
Gabriel was amidst his sentence, when the Statue suddenly released a shocked gasp. "Leave right now!"
"What?" Even the Lord of Flames was confused. It was easy for him to take care of this mist. Then just what made the Statue worry so much?
