Raphael was already working overtime, but the moment Paimon brought out that large sword, he was surrounded by weak and dying angels left and right.
"Please save us, Brother!"
"Heal me quickly! I will surely slay this Goliath next time!"
"Brother..... I am fading quickly..... Please heal me first….."
Raphael did his best, but even as an angel, he was being given too much work. There were others who could provide some assistance but they were not the Angel of Healing. It's not the same, and this was a burden he had to carry alone.
He gritted his teeth as he used his bandages to wrap around an angel's bleeding torso. He mumbled under his breath:
"He made us attack when the Host was not ready, and then abandon us at the last minute to seek the Impure One. When he knew very well that even though the Light was gaining power, there was still an imbalance. The Void would slaughter us all without a leader!"
