After a sixty-mile pursuit, the distance to Logan remained frustratingly just a step away, and Azrael Skyward was enraged, yet irritatingly powerless.
He couldn't understand, with the strength of a Quasi-Saint, why he always seemed a realm below in front of Logan, appearing as if being toyed with. He certainly didn't believe that Logan was stronger than himself; Logan must have some secret technique for speed, just like before with the Rune of the Holy See.
More than twenty-thousand from the Demonic Sky Gate followed behind, with one Elder growing increasingly uneasy, "Sect Leader, you mustn't let your anger towards Logan cloud your judgment. I feel like the remnants of the Western Wasteland must have some plot up their sleeve; otherwise, why would those defeated soldiers not show fear on their faces?"
