He raised both hands toward the sky.
"You gave me time to recognize I can't beat you conventionally. Which means I need to stop fighting conventionally."
Valentine's voice resonated with divine authority: "ANGELIC DESCENT - COME FORTH, WARRIOR OF HEAVEN!"
The sky above them tore open.
Not metaphorically. Literally tore, reality splitting like fabric to reveal something beyond—a dimension of pure golden light, a realm where physical laws didn't apply the same way, where divine authority existed in its purest form.
And through that tear descended an angel.
Not the lesser angels the Four Heroes had summoned. Not messenger spirits or guardians. This was one of the actual combat angels, a being created specifically for war, a divine warrior whose existence was defined by battle.
The Angel of War.
