Fortunately, only a few minutes remained. If everything proceeded according to plan, he could simply wait it out.
His thoughts had just reached that point when a cold, strange sensation suddenly crawled up his spine.
"…Wait."
Only then did Michael realize something critical.
"…Where's the fourth one?"
His pupils contracted. He had been so hyper-focused on the cataclysmic battle between the High Drake and the three monsters that he had subconsciously forgotten someone. The younger angel. She had never joined the fray.
It was at that exact moment a voice resonated through the air.
"Law Skill..."
"Grace of Light."
A brilliant, blinding light suddenly erupted in Michael's vision. It was soft at first, but it expanded exponentially. Like countless threads of dawn stretching violently through the void, the light reached toward him with terrifying precision.
Michael's instincts screamed in warning.
