"Ligal, your betrayal of Radiant Shuttle is unforgivable. I hope you've come to terms with that," Orson said coldly as he turned to the archangel.
"Even if you've seen through our plan, I'll say it again—you can't win," Ligal replied with a sigh, raising her head proudly.
Then, without warning, she dropped to her knees before Orson.
The death of her son Misius had already drained her of the will to fight.
And the moment she saw the new head of Radiant Shuttle appear in the Abyss, she already knew how this would end.
"Spare me... Sovereign from Earth, I beg you, spare me!"
"Ligal was just following orders! This can still be resolved!"
The four Saint Lord-class adventurers panicked, pleading desperately on her behalf.
Orson could see that these people respected her deeply, but not because of divine reverence.
It was her charisma—the natural authority of a true leader.
He looked down at her, expression flat. He shifted his weapon into Doomsday Sword form and said calmly,
