When the sword came out of the scabbard a clear pressure radiated out in all directions. The sound of the sword echoed throughout the battlefield. It was not a loud voice that rang through the air, but it rang directly in the head of the Celestials their warriors alike.
So strong was Archangel Michael that just pulling out his sword made them feel the pressure. Now they saw that the Archangel was rushing by himself toward that strange horde of monsters.
His soft silver hair fluttered, like trails of light behind his head. The Archangel drew his pure white-bladed sword; in one swing he chopped dozens of monsters' heads all at once. The monsters that had been chopped off immediately scattered into black ashes.
