The moment the two attacks collided, time seemed to stop.
White light swallowed everything, and instinct forced everyone's eyes shut.
The violent storm blew almost everyone away. Only a handful held their ground through their own strength.
Only after the storm stopped and the white light faded did those still conscious slowly open their eyes.
When they opened their eyes, they saw bright blue skies and white clouds instead of Hell's dark surroundings.
Looking at the ruins around them and the half-collapsed Saint Peter's Basilica behind them, everyone confirmed that they had left the Hell Plane.
The collision of those two attacks had shattered the otherworldly space of the Hell Plane outright.
The good news was that they hadn't been stranded in a rift in the void. The bad news was that practically the entire Vatican would need rebuilding.
As the strongest defensive barrier, the Light Guardian Barrier was formidable against threats from within and without.
The enormous explosion had been contained within the barrier, leaving most of the Vatican's buildings damaged or destroyed.
The more than ten thousand people who had remained in the Vatican had also suffered terrible casualties. Many were buried underground and needed rescuing as soon as possible, or they, too, would die.
If they counted everyone again now, there would probably be no more than twelve thousand left.
It truly bore out Marisbury's words: the dead were as good as alive, and the living were as good as dead.
Those ordinary people who had died were truly dead, unless a genuine miracle descended.
But this wasn't the time for rescue work. The battle between Metatron and the Angel Aggregate was nearing its end, but it wasn't over yet.
The Angel Aggregate had been forced back into its original forms. All seven angels were wounded, but