But the exposed back had two wounds oozing black blood. The wings seemed to have been violently torn off, leaving jagged, irregular wounds.
Most eerily, the severed neck was producing billows of black flames.
Leonard Churchill had seen this black fire before on an angel's feather, and at the time thought it was Hellfire.
But looking now, it didn't seem quite the same.
"Hiss..."
Leonard Churchill only glanced at the corpse for a moment before feeling a headache.
It felt like too many high-level laws were flooding into his mind, rendering his thoughts rigid.
He quickly averted his gaze, keeping his presence at a minimum.
...
That angel's remains still possessed power capable of suppressing everyone present.
In mid-air, it attacked the Silver Moon Leader once more, who, despite transforming into moonlight to evade and escape, was hit hard twice and sent flying.
