Twenty-Nine
Michael knew the surge was coming. He could feel a rising, a shift in focus, in intensity.
In power.
He had to remain steady and firm for just a short time and then all hell would be cast out of this evil prison.
After all hell broke loose.
Even though he was in human form, he could still access the heavens as needed. He could still float back and forth from dimension to dimension, realm to realm.
And when he accessed the heavens, he literally felt every weapon loaded and revealed. Every angel and creature banded together for one purpose—to engage with the evil there in the prison and release the captives.
The comrades were getting excited and as they readied their weapons and armor, sparing broke out. They loved a good fight and this was no exception.
Battle cries rang
