"Well, we're damned..." Void said with a smile, his gaze locked onto the approaching figure. He had heard of the mighty Archangel Michael, but this was the first time seeing him in person, even if it was just a clone.
"Archangel Michael..." Void murmured, as he sheathed his great sword back into his system space.
The figure at the forefront had just wiped out the entire demon army. Only a few rank 2 beings, including Void, were still alive.
The Archangel's face was obscured by a radiant glow, his form barely discernible through the light. His feet touched the ground, and he surveyed the destruction with a solemn expression.
"I was too late..." Michael said, his voice heavy with regret as he glanced at the fallen angels. A few survivors remained, hidden among the ruins of the city.
