[Did you summon this gate..?]
Hearing the question asked by the angelic being standing before him, Orien forcefully calmed himself down. His breathing stabilized slowly, each breath grounding his mind as the turbulence within him settled little by little.
His power influenced even me. The angels really do have the charm to bring everyone weaker than them on their knees... thankfully I have a very high Will and managed to escape his influence...
That invisible pressure was also the reason the Saints had misunderstood the true power level of the Angel. His charm constantly affected perception itself, bending emotions and thoughts of others without leaving a trace. Combined with the natural superiority Angels held over mortals, such a misunderstanding was inevitable.
But Orien was not someone who could mistake the aura of an Angel.
