Vmmm-
The instant she spoke that name, a hand reaching out of the storm abruptly caught the brilliant golden spear. Amid the howling wind, a figure could faintly be seen.
The storm was torn open. Beneath the rolling black mist, a figure wreathed in blue flames held the golden spear, like a dead soul risen from an evil spirit, and plunged from high in the sky straight at the Self-Binding Angel.
The faint light amid the yellow sand reflected those cold, ghostly blue eyes.
Boom-
At that moment.
The Self-Binding Angel drew the blade at her waist, and its blazing light slammed into the golden spear.
The terrifying shock wave scattered the entire storm almost instantly. The tremendous energy drove the ground beneath the Self-Binding Angel several meters downward, and even the Witch God was forced to retreat again and again through the storm, struggling to keep her footing.
"You're finally willing to see me."
A trace of relief appeared in the Self-Binding Angel's eyes.
"Anna."
Whoosh-
Six enormous, pale angel wings instantly unfurled behind the figure who had descended from the sky. Those burning blue flames carried a coldness and power entirely unlike an angel's holy fire.
At the same instant, twelve enormous golden wings unfurled behind the Self-Binding Angel as they clashed.
At that moment.
It was like the reunion and duel of two angels.
Across the deserted wilderness, an indescribable spectacle blossomed, like a divine miracle.
The spear-wielding figure was driven back, landing several hundred meters away.
Beneath her fluttering hood, an intensely conflicted look filled her eyes. Holding her spear, she gazed at the woman opposite her, bound in twelve golden wings-the former ruler of the Holy World, their elder sister, their Matriarch, the one who had been declared dead during the Great Fall three thousand