The massive white gate in the sky collapsed in a flash of white light. The tall angel, in full metallic armour, stood there frozen. The stump remaining after its hand was blackened, and its flesh made of light kept dimming down. The shiny silver armour was losing its lustre, rust slowly eating through it as the death energy from the reaper's attack kept spreading.
The holy aura radiating out of all angels slowly settled down, losing its power over time.
Vesuvius wasn't even confused about it as he knew the reason behind the angel's weakening, 'They have lost their gate, weakening their connection to the heaven and the higher ranked angels.'
Angels out of all four balance races were the ones that primarily relied on each other. The presence of their numbers always collectively buffed all angels, and the presence of a stronger, higher, ranked angel could easily elevate the power of all angels in their proximity to a new level.
