Michael remained indifferent despite being scorned by Lilith. In his eyes, why should he care about what a demonic entity had to say about him? Demons had cursed him before, and it certainly wouldn't be the last time.
Seeing the lack of reaction from the Vice-Regent of Heaven, Lilith wasn't disappointed and asked with a hint of coldness in her voice, "You invaded Hell. What do you think we should do?"
It seemed like she was ready to start a war at any moment—a war that could bring about the End of the World sooner than expected.
"So what?" Michael looked at Lilith with a calm gaze, his voice indifferent and cold.
"So what?" Even Lilith couldn't help but feel her rigid smile falter at Michael's indifferent words.
