Arad and Gojo walked out of the dark stairs. Arad looked a bit rough, as if he had spent hours fighting, which he had. Even Gojo looked a bit shaken, but that didn't take anything from his charm.
Gabriel and the half-fallen-angels looked at them. "The dimension is empty! Is Alexander dead?"
"As dead as he could be." Gojo smiled, looking at Arad, "All thanks to my little brother here."
Arad stared back at him. "You must be joking. Without you slowing time, I wouldn't have been able to slay all ten thousand angels without getting caught and starting a war."
Gabriel and everyone there gasped, "Ten thousand?!"
"Angels? The real ones?" Another stumbled back and fell on his butt, shaking like a newborn calf.
"What else? Fake ones with paper wings?" Gojo looked at them, "The real one with big fluffy white wings and skin as pale as opal. Damn it, you should've seen them, the finest sight my eyes have ever seen."
