Alice hid inside the alchemy furnace, which was now suspended mid-air.
The fully descended Archangel Tyrael, with dazzling holy light radiating from behind his fierce and terrifying visage, swung his fiery holy sword in a frenzy.
He grew more excited, no longer attacking through the small opening of the furnace but aiming to shatter the furnace itself into pieces.
Archangel Tyrael, even in his diminished strength, didn't consider this weak human a threat. In his eyes, killing Alice was only a matter of time. What intrigued him was how many strikes this peculiar furnace could withstand.
This was until a sword's hum resonated through the heavens and earth.
The fiery holy sword in the Archangel's hand suddenly vanished. He continued to swing his arms, but now, he was swinging at nothing.
"The master is mighty! She's broken the first seal set by William!"
The Sword Spirit of the Sword of Soulbreaker exclaimed excitedly.
