Both Ilsiael and Ternael's faces are distorted. A large amount of information flowed in through their open sacred eyes, and information that exceeded their capacity hit them hard inside their heads. Even so, they couldn't close those sacred eyes. Setsnael the Chief Angel, whom they call Her Highness, and Alpina the Duke of Devil, her equal and counterpart. The God-Dragon War, which had only been witnessed a few times before, was about to unfold before their very eyes.
“What do you think, should we go?”
Ternael asks Ilsiael. By no means was he worried about Setsnael's safety. It was just an onlooker's guts, derived from pure interest. There are many things to be gained from a battle between two strongmen who are never within reach. It was a valuable combination, but it spurred his interes
