Uriel gripped his hammer tightly as he analyzed his two opponents. On one side stood someone wielding a weapon he had never faced before—a scythe as tall as a person. On the other was the red-haired man who could become intangible.
Should he destroy Miguel's body? And what if there was still some way to turn him back to normal? He didn't want to end up killing him, but he couldn't see any other way out of this situation.
Miguel wore an expression of pure happiness.
"What's wrong, Scion of Soliel? Why does your face look so bitter?"
Uriel hated this monster. Ever since he discovered Vladimir and Anastasia's betrayal, the entire situation had filled him with rage.
"You're worried about your friend? Is that it? Afraid you'll hurt him if you fight me? Tragic, isn't it? If you don't move, you'll end up dying. Well… if you can't decide, how about I help clear your mind?"
At that moment, Miguel began stepping forward one slow step after another while his scythe moved threateningly.
