"Of course you cannot stop its attack. A mortal cannot draw out the full potential of my divine weaponry."
Gilbert's dull voice cut through the chaos, its calm tone grating against Damian's nerves.
Corbin chuckled at those words, revealing bloodstained teeth as he struggled to hold the massive shield in place. Unlike Damian, he took no offense at Gilbert speaking so casually in the middle of a battlefield drenched in destruction. This had always been their dynamic since childhood.
"Alright, buddy. Any ideas?" he asked.
Gilbert slowly turned his gaze toward Damian, who was quietly gathering his demonic force. Before the archangel's eyes, every one of Damian's intentions lay exposed.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
