The True Depravita of Wrath, the White Death, and Overlord exchanged a glance as their eyes landed on the Archangel of Gravity. All three immediately understood the truth—Zamael was the most dangerous enemy to leave unchecked. After all, it was his very bloodline that had been used to forge the runic formation now dragging the Eighth Layer's landmass down toward destruction.
But none of them would be able to intercept him, as Lucifer, Rafael, and Beelzebub would not let the break free of their fight. There was nothing they could do to stop the Archangel of Gravity.
And yet, there was no fear in their eyes.
No panic.
If anything, there was expectation.
They concealed it well, masking their intent behind cold focus, but Lucifer was not so easily deceived. The leader of the Archangels frowned, a sudden unease creeping into his heart.
Something was wrong.
However, it was already too late for him to do anything.
