Wings unfurled from Nolan's back, a red mark glowed on his forehead, and a halo formed behind him. His eyes were pure white, radiating a pressure so immense that the entire dungeon trembled. Every stone, every wall shook under the sheer force of his aura.
The Behemoth's eyes widened. No… could it be him? Could he have truly reached this level? Impossible. This isn't the same person…
Divine energy surged from Nolan's form. Could it be Michael? the Behemoth thought, trembling under the overwhelming power. But even then… can I stand a chance? This isn't even his full strength.
Nolan descended, his presence radiating unstoppable force. "Fight me," he said—or rather, Michael spoke through him. The voice was layered, like two beings merging, firm and unwavering.
The Behemoth's lips curled into a rare smile. "Finally… now I can fight without holding back."
