chapter 22
Spiriting up an immense pentagonal passageway with a crossing Ben was when he stopped and ducked behind a pillar as he watched the enemy.
As a result of he saw something strange, something that destroyed the natural order as well as something maddening. He saw an Angel talking to the enemy as if they were friends.
This Angel didn’t wear a helmet, so his face was bruised face with deep scars from ages of war as well as ancient tribal tattoos were carved into his face.
While his armour was the complete opposite since it was a shiny cyan blue that had been polished recently. Additionally, his armour was brand new straight from the production line.
His voice was calm and gentle. It didn’t match his harsh, evil face: “Of course, we must hunt them down. Prepare the weapon for arm
