Staggered by his fatigue, Michael slowly stood from his spot as the Guildmaster finally arrived on the scene. He then walked unsteadily and drew himself closer to where Uriel was.
Deep inside him, Michael was very grateful to him since he basically stopped Mordred from making his next move to terminate Michael's life. If it were not for Gilbert, Michael's body would have been cleaved from head to crotch by a giant sword.
((This Mordred man is a true monster.))
((Seems like so.)) Uriel responded to Michael's telepathic message to her. ((He was on the other dimension.))
Just as mentioned, the strength of Mordred could not be compared to the lackeys he brought with him. Even though his level was around seven hundred, his true strength was more than his status board could provide.
