Divinity Returns

By the Lord's grace, we're saved!

The Child of Light immediately beat his wings, slipping past the massive floating ship with an agility rare in his life.

Nitocris! Cleopatra VII! This was Ramesses II's Dark Night Sun Ship!

Could Egypt be siding with Persia?

No! There were people in the cabin—ordinary people!

Samael's Cross Star Pupils flickered as his thoughts raced. Sensing something amiss, he instinctively curled his fingers into a grasp, forcibly dispersing most of the light arrow's power and twisting its trajectory through sheer divine will.

As the light arrow rose past the ship's side, the aether condensed to its limit detonated amid the chaotic sea fog.

Damn it!

The two Female Pharaohs on the deck, caught up in this undeserved disaster, hurriedly waved their staffs and erected a Magic Barrier around the Dark Night Sun Ship.

Yet the Aether Storm unleashed by the light arrow smashed through the Sun Ship's side framework and the magical shields before them like rotten wood.

As the red-black torrent was about to engulf them, the two Female Pharaohs turned pale, despair filling their eyes.

At that critical moment, a figure drifted over. With both hands curled into claws, he swept them downward in a crossing motion, tearing apart the terrifying Aether Storm and saving the nearly shattered Dark Night Sun Ship from disaster.

Before the Dark Night Sun Ship, Samael stood in the air. Catching sight of the fearful eyes peering through the cabin's cracks, he could not understand what was happening.

Then, the ancient serpent frowned and glanced in the direction Michael had fled. His vertical pupils lowered toward the two shaken Female Pharaohs on the deck. After hesitating briefly, he spread his metal wings, preparing to continue his pursuit of Mithra.

"Don't go! Monster! That monster is catching up!"