Vlad drew in a long, steady breath, his fists clenching as he forced himself to think with clarity. Archangels were beings of power beyond measure, embodiments of Heaven's most absolute authority. Yet, paradoxically, they were aloof, detached.
For all their might, they rarely interfered with the workings of the countless planes. Legendary Angels might send their armies upon rising worlds to harvest Origin Power. But aside from those acts of theft, they kept to themselves. They were despised, yes, hated by countless civilizations alike, but they were not a constant threat to existence itself.
The Nightmare Universe's kin, however, was another matter entirely.
