The ground continued to shake for several breaths until it came to an abrupt stop. I almost fell over. One last tremor passed through the plane and then all around was plunged into a stillness.
"Is everyone alright?" I asked as I struck the sword tip down on the ground.
"I think so," answered Lyana. "How about you, Magat?"
He cleared his throat. "I'm fine, I think."
"Good." The air that blew across the landscape felt humid and sweat dripped from my brows, stinging my eyes. Wiping the saltiness away, I eased forward. "Angels have mercy," I muttered as my eyes drank the spectacle before me. Ever since I have accepted the fate handed to me by the Archangel, I have never felt a sliver of fear.
Or so I thought.
Yes, demons were scary. They were frightening, at best. Their fangs, teeth
