Lucifer's sudden appearance.
And for him to appear in such an unimaginable state was absolutely something Ian had never expected. Who could have imagined that the strongest being beneath God would end up looking so wretched?
True.
Lucifer had lost his power as Lucifer, but Ian had more or less granted him the Archangel's status, and on top of that, the man's knowledge was definitely T0-tier.
And yet.
He had been beaten into this state.
Even with Ian's talent as a writer, it was hard to imagine what kind of crisis Lucifer could have encountered to barely manage to flee to him.
"No pursuers?"
Ian watched the place where Lucifer had appeared with caution. After a moment, when nothing strange happened, he finally let out a breath and turned his attention back to the matter at hand.
"I still have to save him, or he's going to croak." Ian crouched down and reached out. Golden light surged from his palm and covered Lucifer's body.
Lucifer's broken bones closed back together, the splits in his skin began to shrink, and the fluids seeping out flowed back into the depths of the wounds.
A moment later, the light dissipated. Lucifer's breathing steadied somewhat, and his complexion was no longer as dark as before.
"What the hell did he run into?"
Ian helped him up and let him sit against the edge of the bed. He crouched beside him, looking at the wound on Lucifer's profile that was still closing and had not completely healed.
"Although he hasn't regained his own power, I did give him the power and glory of an Archangel—" He thought for a moment. "Someone who can injure Lucifer like this has to be, at minimum, beyond an Archangel. But is there really someone that strong in that Chronos