Crash!
The ground shattered, walls cracked, and the dome shook.
A flaming longsword, stretching over a hundred meters, illuminated the dim underground space like a torch. Everywhere it passed, metal melted like hot wax,
and the number 39 printed on the wall dissolved and peeled away.
Covered in bright silver armor, Michael hovered mid-air, with a halo above his head and pure white wings on his back,
like… no, it was indeed an angel, wielding the sword of flames, annihilating the enemies before it.
And its opponent...
The Side Truth,
the president of the Demon Scientist Alliance, cloaked in a yellow robe, with a face shrouded in the shadow of a hood, stood atop a carnivorous vine monster made of stardust (ordinary vine monsters appear as sluggish carnivorous plants, their bodies covered in plant tentacles),
a crystal shield floating nearby,
