"All holy followers of the Empire—heed my command!"
Jenonis soared into the heavens, his angelic wings radiating purest brilliance. Suspended above the scorched wasteland that was once the royal palace, the Archangel's fury boiled beneath his calm facade.
He raised the flaming Sacred Sword of Scorching Judgment, his voice thundering across the kingdom:
"Spread the will of the Light God to every inch of this land! Let all who stand with Orgod feel the Empire's righteous wrath!"
"He's… he's a real angel! Is he here to save us?"
"Declare war on those cursed adventurers! I'll crush their heads in my hands—avenge my wife!"
The capital's citizens looked skyward, eyes brimming with tears. Like wheat bowing in a storm, they knelt as one, praying with fanatic devotion and loudly cursing the adventurers.
Amidst the crumbling battlefield, Velorith's maniacal laughter echoed.
"Unmatched human warrior, Aetrexa, why do you persist in your delusions?"
