The courtyard fell silent as the Apostle floated above, his golden and white robes radiating an overwhelming divine presence.
Seraphiel's eyes scanned the gathered undead forces with a calm, yet commanding intensity, his serene smile betraying the malice behind his words.
"I will ask once more," he said, his voice echoing like a hymn through the air, "who among you dared to kill my officer?"
No one answered.
The silence stretched, the undead unmoving as their loyalty to Lucius and their collective fear of revealing any weakness kept them steadfast.
Seraphiel's smile faltered, a flicker of annoyance crossing his perfect features.
"Very well," he murmured, his voice colder now. "If no one will answer, then I shall make an example of you all."
His hand glowed with divine light, and in an instant, he hurled a concentrated blast directly at Grimm, who stood nearest to Lucius.
~WHOOOOSH!~
