Oppressive tension filled the surroundings, weighing heavily on everyone's mind and pressing down on their senses like an invisible hand that refused to loosen its grip.
The Saints felt it the most. To them, this was no longer a battlefield but the space between two beasts preparing to tear each other apart, and they were nothing more than fragile ants caught in the middle, powerless and painfully aware of it.
Remiel stood tall with his four meter figure, his golden presence restrained yet unmistakable, while the child with long black hair and a small frame faced him without even the slightest hint of fear. The contrast between their appearances was almost absurd, yet the silence between them carried enough pressure to shatter nerves.
"An Angel descending in the mortal realm. Looks like the rumor that I heard about the Heavenly Realm being blinded is true....."
