Dawn broke.
Byron climbed down from the armored vehicle.
He raised his head and saw a gigantic, pitch-black skeleton.
Soldiers had already put up warning tape around them, sealing off the surrounding area.
Although the surface had been reduced to ruins, some refugees still lived among them. Byron believed, however, that those people would not dare approach this place.
After all, a battle had erupted here last night.
Michael had personally slain a black-winged giant that had emerged from Yanfu.
"Fallen Ones..."
Byron had learned the name and origins of those black-winged giants from the deity he served as an agent.
The Fallen Ones were angels who had betrayed the Almighty Lord. Because of their betrayal, they were stripped of the Almighty Lord's "blessing," losing the halos that symbolized angels. Their skin also turned pale, their wings were stained black, and they were branded with the Black inverted cross as a mark of their identity.
It was precisely because the Fallen Ones had descended that Michael had changed his mind at the last moment. Clearly, to that archangel, purging the Fallen Ones was far more important than driving out the people from the East.
"Report. According to the data, of the three unidentified entities that descended last night, the 'Fallen One' before us is dead. There are no signs of life and no energy readings."
After listening to the report, Byron gathered his thoughts, then ordered the soldiers to retrieve the Fallen One's remains so they could conduct further research on these Jambudvipa Visitors.
And now, he had something more important to do.
Byron climbed into the armored vehicle and hurried back to Freedom City.
In Freedom City, the dome canopy destroyed by Michael last night was now being repaired.
Quite a few "spider-men" were clearing debris from the breach