Even if the War God who had created the Skywings—the strongest fighting force in this world—came, Sirin might not be able to kill him for the moment. But Sirin was absolutely confident that he would not be able to do anything to her, either.
So even if she faced the War God head-on, Sirin would not be afraid.
But just as Sirin turned around... a voice resembling crazed laughter rang out behind her.
"Ahahaha... ahahaha... what tremendous power. But... this alone isn't enough to kill me. And I know what you are now—a Divine Spirit, a new... Divine Spirit I've never seen before."
"But even if you're a Divine Spirit, I'll take your head and add it to my collection! A newly born Divine Spirit is so worth studying..."
The space had already completely collapsed, and terrifying spatial storms still raged within it. Yet... Gabriel walked out from there.
Though... she looked quite disheveled now.
Still... despite her disheveled state, she was incredibly excited... staring at Sirin with a lecherous laugh... or rather, the laugh of an obsessed woman.
It was utterly speechless.
She was clearly a beautiful woman like an angel, yet... she acted like this.
Sirin could more or less understand Gabriel's mindset—facing a Divine Spirit without fear, even eager to make a move.
After all, Skywings were God-Slaying Weapons created to slay gods. However, although... they had challenged Divine Spirits before, they had all failed.
But Gabriel, as the most extraordinary Skywing, had even dared to strike at her own creator.
"Courting death!"
Seeing that Gabriel was still alive, Sirin felt as though she had been slapped in the face. She immediately projected the contents of Imaginary Space into real space, transforming all of them into tangible objects.
Long spears gathered around Sirin one after