"You… are?!" Verto's eyes widened, his voice trembling as he stared at Vashno's glowing silhouette.
Swoosh!!
A streak of light cut through the battlefield, and a split second later—
Crash!!
One of Verto's subordinates slammed into the ground beside him, skidding through dirt and debris. Verto flinched, but his gaze never left Vashno.
The truth hit him like a hammer.
"You're the… Falsified Golden Angel!!" Verto gasped as the memory resurfaced.
"I've heard people call me that," Vashno replied calmly.
He had his other subordinate by the face, fingers digging into the man's skull. Vashno slowly turned his head toward Verto, golden-purple wings casting a divine yet terrifying glow across his astonished expression.
All around them, the Blood Hunters froze.
Whispers died in their throats. Weapons trembled in their hands. Fear spread like wildfire.
The name Falsified Golden Angel was no small title in these lands.
