Your Place Is Too Bright-What a Waste of Electricity!

In the Heavenly Realm, within the Supreme Sacred Domain.

There was no night here.

Unfailing holy light poured from the enormous artificial Truth Sun in the dome, illuminating every inch of white cloud-brick and every golden corridor. The air was thick with divine energy so concentrated it would suffocate a mortal. If an ordinary creature took a single breath, that overwhelming power would probably "purify" it into nothingness on the spot.

Inside a magnificent Divine Temple floating above the sea of clouds.

Archangel Michael stood silently before the Divine Throne.

He was too perfect.

His beauty transcended gender, even the standards of every species. Twelve pairs of spotless white wings slowly spread behind him. Every feather seemed woven from the purest Light Law, with Divine Patterns flowing across it that no one dared look at directly.

At that moment, he held a drab gray moth that was still fluttering in his hand.

It was a messenger Abyss Lord Asmodeus had formed with the Lie Law.

"Heh."

A faint, cold laugh slipped from his flawless lips.

"Asmodeus... That sewer rat still loves these underhanded tricks."

Michael's voice was as cool as a spring beneath ice, without a trace of warmth.

His slender fingers tightened slightly.

Pop.

The moth carrying the message that "Lucifer had allied with humanity to counterattack the Heavenly Realm" never even had time to scream. In holy flames hot enough to burn the Void, it turned to a wisp of smoke.

"My lord, since this is a plot by the Abyss to have us do its killing..."

A tall figure beside Michael bowed slightly.

He was Uriel, God's Flame, who wielded the Authority of fire and judgment. Yet his face was grave.

"Gabriel may have died miserably, but that human named Yang Yu escaped the jaws of the