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"W-What sort of pressure is this?!"
"Ahhh?!"
"Ugh! What the...?!"
"Oh heavens, what is that thing?!"
"Aaaaggh! My eyes!"
"Don't look at it directly, brothers and sisters!"
The Archangels coughed up blood the instant they faced Maria's immense cosmic pressure. Her power and authority had now surpassed them entirely.
Michael gazed down at them with stern eyes as he summoned his Lance, now forged from glowing starlight and pure white void.
"They're all Lesser Archangels I used to train with Gabriel," Michael said. "It seems they've been promoted to proper Archangels. Although the other five haven't shown up, they have definitely grown stronger since then."
As Michael spoke, a flood of information flowed into Maria's mind. In seconds, she knew exactly who each one was.
Azrael, The Retribution of God, Celestial Authority: Generosity (also Charity and Patience).
Cassiel, The Speed of God, Celestial Authority: Temperance (also Respect and Justice).
