Michael strode through the empty halls, but as he delved deeper, he saw blood smeared all over the floor, with streaks of blood designing the floor which spewed from the decapitated and mangled corpses of the dark witches, brutally dispersed awkwardly all over the place.
The dark essence from the use of demon energy was extensively palpable in the vicinity, like a living, breathing sinister force that seemed to cling to everything it touched. It was evidently detectable that Zamielhad single handedly orchestrated the unsightly massacre.
But as he proceeded to continue, dark witches crawled out from every hidden shadowy corner, some were injured, some were perfectly fine.
A hint of fear swirled in their eyes as it narrowed spitefully to the celestial being in their midst, concealing the apparent nervousness, they conjured up their black magic, ready to use it against him as they chanted in unified chorus.
