The wind had calmed down a bit and Emory walked home as he premeditated Zalos' arrival.
'Am I truly ready to face Zalos? Michael and Gabriel would weaken him and I'll just have to deal the final blow, that shouldn't be too hard right? Yes, it won't be something very difficult, I have two archangels on my side, one of which is the chief of angels' Emory mused, trying to prepare himself for the seemingly inevitable danger that lay ahead waiting for him and the residents of the Island of Noju.
Emory tried his best to comfort himself and think positively about the outcome of the battle against Zalos, but his mind could not stop wandering to that dream, that dream that felt so real that it was almost indistinguishable from reality, that dream which revealed a possibility that felt more certain than anything Emory had ever been sure of.
