Abyrus' Sword of Glory had taken a weird blue color. It was filled with holy prose, but they were scripts created by Dante.
Every god crafted their own holy prose according to their own power of rules, giving birth to unique scripts. The words were capable of being understood among the gods, but none would have been able to use them.
Thousands of angels gathered in the huge city of angels and conjured a huge divine rune charm array.
Abyrus looked below it coldly and shouted, "Submit or die. You have three minutes."
The angels knew of Abyrus' notoriety. The seraph who had betrayed their god was the most cruel, and also the most hardworking, in the wars fought in the divine kingdom.
They thought that it was probably how traitors concealed the fear in their hearts.
"You traitor!" The angels below yelled angrily from below, and Abyrus laughed.
