Roaring sound.
Looking up, the angels saw the rolling clouds in the sky, with lightning interweaving, hissing. It was as if they stubbornly wanted to illuminate the entire world.
The earth trembled.
Countless birds were startled into flight, chirping noisily.
"What is this power..."
Soon, all eyes focused on Gray.
Vivian trembled, slowly releasing her embrace of Gray, her eyes wide open.
Gray lay on the ground, reaching out, groping around, and grasping the hilt of the broken sword that had fallen beside him.
The soul fire in his eye sockets burned fiercely, and the fractured bones in his body were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Gray propped himself up on the ground, slowly standing up.
"What happened? Why is the source of the Demon Lord's power in him?" an angel exclaimed.
Abod, who had traveled some distance, stopped in his tracks, looking back in horror.
The clouds in the sky were converging.
