A Systematic Tale: The Hero! Ch 43 (Patreon)

Chapter 43:

– Silas –

The Underworld itself seemed to be shaking. From where I stood on the jagged cliff overlooking the vast, shadowy plains, the sheer enormity of what was unfolding before my eyes struck me with grim awe. Far below, spread out across the endless wasteland, two immense armies crashed violently against each other in a brutal, catastrophic collision.

I slowly drew in a long, steady breath, tasting ash and blood in the air. My enhanced senses picked out horrifying details with crystal clarity, each scene etched in my mind forever.

This was it—the finale to the Great War. 

The very air hummed with violent energies unleashed by angels and devils alike. Bolts of black lightning crackled against shimmering golden barriers, explosions of fire and holy energy blasted through clusters of armored warriors, scattering broken bodies across the desolate plains. 

The carnage was relentless.

In the far distance, at the heart of the conflict, I could clearly feel the overwhelming auras of Lucifer, God, and the remaining Maous colliding. Their presence was monstrous—like mountains grinding against one another. Their battle alone was ripping apart reality itself, sending shockwaves across the horizon, causing my heart to skip painfully with each earth-shaking blow they exchanged.

I narrowed my eyes, forcing myself to remain composed, even as the pressure of their terrifying power battered against my very soul.

Then, closer amidst the main throng of the angelic forces, a brilliant golden aura erupted visibly. I immediately recognized Gabriel—her shining figure was unmistakable, even among her angelic brethren. Her long golden hair streamed behind her as she gracefully moved through the battlefield, wielding an enormous holy sword that cleaved effortlessly through entire battalions of charging devils. 

Her face was fiercely determined, her eyes bright with righteous anger. A living storm of holy wrath, cutting a path through evil itself.

But her momentum abruptly halted as a devastating blast of pure destructive power struck her violently from the side. Even from this immense distance, I saw her body jerk sharply sideways, golden feathers scattering as she was flung backwards into a crater of shattered stone and corpses.

She had just been blasted by Zekram Bael of all people.

Gabriel rose slowly from the rubble as she glared at Zekram. He smirked arrogantly at her, gathering more destructive power in his palm. They exchanged words I couldn’t possibly hear, but the pure hatred and tension radiating between them was clear even from miles away.

Next to me, Runeas let out a slow, sad whistle, shaking her head as she watched the brutal spectacle unfold below.

"This battle is certainly going to decimate the numbers of both angels and devils if they continue at this rate," she remarked. Her vivid pink eyes remained fixed on the battlefield. "It's a truly extraordinary sight, I'll admit, but the sheer scale of casualties will be catastrophic."

A soft, disdainful snort drew my attention beside me. 

I turned my head slightly, glancing toward Tiamat, who stood proudly nearby with her arms folded beneath her impressively large chest. For once, the dragon goddess had chosen to clothe herself, wearing a form-fitting dark blue gown that hugged every generous curve of her figure.

Earlier, when I'd expressed surprise at her newfound modesty, she'd bluntly explained she had absolutely no desire for so many 'inferior creatures' to gaze upon the naked body which, according to her, now belonged exclusively to me—her chosen mate.

"Good," Tiamat stated coldly, sapphire eyes glittering contemptuously at the armies fighting below us. "Let them all kill each other. The fewer survivors left afterward, the better."

I gave Tiamat a firm, pointed look, feeling irritation rising despite myself. "I'm planning to do everything I possibly can to stop this madness," I reminded her calmly. "My goal here is to lower casualties as much as possible—not stand idly by watching everyone die senselessly."

Tiamat rolled her eyes dramatically and sighed deeply in clear frustration. She stepped closer to me, her long, dragonic tail swishing irritably behind her, brushing softly against my leg. "Silas, you are far too noble for your own good," she muttered irritably, her voice softening into something gentler and more reluctant. "You shouldn't waste your time and energy protecting creatures who don't deserve it. If they're foolish enough to fight to extinction, why interfere?"

I shifted my gaze sharply toward Tiamat, fixing her with a steady, pointed look. "I'm going down there to stop this madness," I told her firmly, my voice heavy with conviction. "My goal here is clear—I'm going to do everything in my power to lower the casualties. I refuse to stand by and watch them slaughter each other."

I straightened my shoulders, the weight of my determination solidifying as I continued softly, “That’s the kind of man I am, Tiamat—a hero.”

From behind me, a delighted, playful giggle echoed softly. Runeas suddenly launched herself at me with a mischievous sparkle in her bright pink eyes.

"Oh, Silas!" she exclaimed dramatically, flinging her arms eagerly around my neck as her petite, curvaceous form pressed intimately against my body. Her soft, generous breasts flattened warmly against my Nightingale armor, their enticing softness molding distractingly against my chest. "You're just so noble, brave, and utterly heroic!" She punctuated her enthusiastic praise by planting an exaggeratedly loud kiss directly on my left cheek, her lush lips lingering intentionally against my skin for several extra moments. "Such a sexy, awesome hero indeed!"

My cheeks instantly flushed crimson at Runeas's blatant affection. I could feel the warmth radiating from her body seeping comfortably through the enchanted armor, sending an involuntary shiver racing pleasantly down my spine.

From the corner of my eye, Tiamat emitted a low, dangerous growl of unmistakable irritation. Her vivid sapphire eyes flashed with fiery jealousy, narrowed venomously as she bared her pristine white teeth slightly at Runeas. Her long, blue tail lashed angrily behind her, whipping aggressively from side to side.

"Back off immediately, you shameless devil slut," Tiamat snarled fiercely. "Silas already belongs to me! Remove your filthy hands from my chosen mate—before I forcibly tear them off."

Runeas turned her head slightly, casually arching one elegant eyebrow upward with a smug, challenging smirk. She deliberately squeezed me tighter, pressing her curvaceous, enticingly soft body even more intimately against mine.

"Oh?" Runeas purred mischievously, clearly relishing Tiamat's jealous reaction. "Is that so, you big blue lizard? I'd absolutely love to see you try. Go ahead—make me." Her pink eyes glittered playfully, silently daring Tiamat to act on her furious threat.

I sighed deeply beneath my breath, embarrassment mingling heavily with exasperation. With gentle but firm hands, I reached up and carefully grasped Runeas's slender waist. Her vivid eyes widened slightly, lips curving into an adorable pout of disappointment as I slowly, patiently eased her away from me.

"Runeas, please," I murmured softly, giving her an amused but pointed look. "There's really no time for teasing and provoking right now. We have far more urgent matters to deal with."

The petite devil sighed dramatically, folding her arms beneath her plush breasts and giving me a mock sulky glare. "Oh, fine," she grumbled irritably, though her eyes continued sparkling playfully. "I suppose saving lives and stopping a cataclysmic war should take priority over flirting with your incredibly beautiful, devoted future mistress." She sniffed theatrically, turning her delicate nose upward haughtily.

Tiamat muttered irritably beneath her breath, her voice filled with clear annoyance and impatience. She abruptly turned toward me, her intense gaze locked unwaveringly onto mine, sincerity filling her dragon-like eyes. "You know I would willingly do anything—anything at all—to keep you safe." She paused briefly, her gaze warm, vulnerable, earnest. "Your survival means everything to me. So yes, I will help…"

I froze briefly, slightly caught off guard by the raw honesty in her heartfelt declaration. The sincerity in her gaze softened her typically aloof, superior demeanor, revealing a surprising depth of emotion lurking beneath her arrogant, possessive exterior. 

For a brief, precious moment, I found myself utterly captivated by the vulnerable honesty shimmering clearly in Tiamat's gaze.

Of course, she immediately noticed my stunned reaction. Her vivid blue lips curled upward slowly into a pleased, triumphant grin. 

But before either of us could continue speaking, a sudden burst of chaotic movement down on the battlefield below captured my attention instantly, my head snapping sharply toward the unfolding scene.

My eyes widened in shock—and then amusement—as I saw Taylor and Rebecca arrive together, their distinctive methods immediately evident in their approaches.

Taylor stood confidently at the edge of the battlefield surrounded by a truly staggering swarm of gigantic insects she’d summoned. Monstrous, building-sized beetles and massive, terrifying spiders rushed forward across the wasteland, a chaotic flood of chitinous horrors barreling straight into the shocked armies of angels and devils alike.

I could hear the distant, panicked screams clearly as the combatants immediately forgot their hatred and rivalry in their mutual terror, frantically scattering away from the enormous insect horde with desperate cries of fear.

At the same time, Rebecca soared directly overhead as she rocketed forward at dizzying speeds. She crashed fearlessly down into the heart of the panicked armies, landing with devastating force that sent a massive shockwave rippling outward across the battlefield.

I felt my lips involuntarily twitch upward into a fond smile, affection and pride swelling warmly inside my chest as I watched my two girlfriends work perfectly together, using their entirely different methods—one psychological terror, the other blunt physical force—to effectively break the battlefield apart without needless bloodshed.

"They really are incredible," I murmured softly, openly admiring the amazing coordination between Taylor's eerie insect army and Rebecca's overwhelming strength.

Unfortunately, the warm fondness in my tone immediately triggered Tiamat’s irritation again, her lovely sapphire features quickly twisting back into a scowl of pure jealousy. "Oh, of course," Tiamat muttered irritably beneath her breath, folding her elegant arms tightly beneath her full breasts and glowering openly toward the battlefield below. "I finally manage to get your attention for a single brief moment, and you immediately forget me again the instant those mortal women appear."

She huffed loudly, her slender tail swishing angrily behind her. Runeas merely smirked again, clearly delighted by Tiamat's frustration and jealousy.

I gave Tiamat an apologetic glance, squeezing her hand gently in reassurance, causing her narrowed eyes to widen slightly in pleasant surprise. "Sorry, Tiamat," I whispered softly, offering her a gentle, affectionate smile. "I promise, I definitely haven't forgotten about you."

Tiamat exhaled softly, her tense posture relaxing visibly at my quiet reassurance. She gave me a small, satisfied smile, nodding slowly. "Good. Then let's end this foolish war quickly, so I can finally have your full attention once again."

Runeas chuckled softly, rolling her eyes with amused exasperation. "Yes, yes, ending the war quickly is certainly the top priority here," she teased playfully, winking mischievously at Tiamat. "But once that's settled, you’ll have to fight quite fiercely to compete with me and my daughter Chysis for our dear Silas’s attention! I have the advantage of oyakodon on my side!"

I sputtered at her! How did she even know that word!?

"Alright, everyone," I finally said after a deep breath, my voice filled with determination and resolve. "It's time we join this battle properly—and end this senseless slaughter once and for all."

And then, without another moment’s hesitation, I launched myself forward, directly into the heart of the storm raging below as I transformed.

– Gabriel –

Gabriel hovered several feet above the blood-soaked battlefield, her massive white wings beating steadily behind her, keeping her suspended gracefully in the air. Her crystal-blue eyes swept slowly over the chaotic expanse below, each glance taking in the horrifying carnage in painful clarity. The once pristine armor of her angelic brethren had become battered and tarnished, caked in ash and grime, their golden radiance dimmed by the bloody conflict.

She felt a deep, aching sorrow gripping her heart. She’d fought countless battles in her timeless existence—striking down devils, fallen angels, and evil creatures without hesitation or regret. She was the Sword of Heaven, after all. 

Her father's most trusted warrior. His most cherished daughter. 

Her holy blade had always been wielded with absolute conviction, her heart and soul aligned entirely with Heaven’s divine purpose. But now, now something had changed. Something within her very essence had shifted subtly, profoundly.

Her thoughts kept stubbornly drifting away from the brutal battle raging below, instead turning inward toward the three mortal humans who had inexplicably shaken her unquestioning devotion. 

The humans who had willingly aided her and her brothers in slaying the monstrous devil, Beelzebub, risking their mortal lives to stand alongside her.

Rebecca, Taylor, and Silas.

Their bravery and honor had deeply impressed her, enough to plant seeds of doubt within her previously unwavering faith. 

Her Father’s reaction toward the humans was not what she expected. Instead of gratitude, he had responded with suspicion and anger. He had called them heretics, ordering their immediate imprisonment and execution without hesitation or mercy.

But why? Gabriel thought desperately, confusion swirling within her pure heart. They had been allies, heroes even. 

Why had her Father reacted so harshly? The humans posed no threat to Heaven—she was certain of that. 

For the first time in her eternal existence, she'd felt true fear—fear that her Father might discover her hidden relief when Silas and his companions had somehow escaped from those dungeons. 

Fear at the possible punishment she might face for secretly wishing the brave humans safety. Fear that her Father might notice the deepening uncertainty inside her heart.

Then, the announcement of this devastating, final battle had come like a merciful distraction, diverting her Father’s attention entirely away from the escaped humans.

Before she could spiral further into guilt-ridden confusion, Gabriel quickly shook her head sharply, forcibly pushing those troubled thoughts aside. Her clear, blue eyes hardened resolutely, her slender jaw tightening in determination. She had a sacred duty—a divine purpose to fulfill as the Sword of Heaven. 

For now, she must bury her uncertainties deep inside and resume her holy mission.

With renewed resolve, Gabriel lifted her holy sword high above her golden head. Brilliant white-gold flames erupted along the shimmering blade, radiating blinding holy power. She took a single deep breath, centering herself, and then dove sharply downward into the bloody chaos.

Her sword cleaved effortlessly through the nearest ranks of charging devils, the blade blazing intensely with divine wrath. Gabriel moved swiftly, gracefully dancing through enemy battalions, golden wings spreading wide behind her as she spun fluidly, blade slicing effortlessly through armor, flesh, and bone. Her deadly movements were precise, efficient, and utterly unstoppable.

Yet even as she carved a righteous path through enemy forces, that troubling uncertainty lingered persistently at the back of her mind. She avoided landing lethal blows whenever possible, leaving devils wounded yet alive. 

Something had changed within her. 

Gabriel felt herself questioning every blow, every strike. Each fallen devil felt heavier, each defeated enemy left her feeling oddly empty.

Then, suddenly, Gabriel’s forward momentum was violently interrupted by a devastating blast of pure destructive demonic energy that struck her violently from the side.

Pain exploded sharply across her left wings and shoulder as the powerful force of the attack hurled her brutally sideways through the air. Gabriel gasped, barely managing to twist mid-air and soften her landing against the rocky, blood-soaked ground below.

She crashed painfully into shattered stone, broken weapons, and corpses, skidding several feet before finally coming to a halt. Gabriel groaned quietly, forcing herself slowly upward onto trembling arms. Blood trickled down her porcelain-white skin, dripping slowly from a deep gash along her injured shoulder.

Looking up, Gabriel’s gaze immediately settled upon a familiar figure standing arrogantly several yards away, smirking triumphantly as he casually gathered more dark, destructive magic within his palm.

“Zekram Bael!” Gabriel spat softly, her melodious voice tinged with righteous disgust as she carefully rose fully back onto her feet, wounded wing held stiffly behind her back. “Still serving as Lucifer’s obedient attack dog, I see. Pathetic.”

Zekram merely chuckled darkly, stepping casually closer, his expression arrogant and condescending. “And you, Gabriel—still deluding yourself into thinking you serve some noble purpose, following your precious Father’s blind orders.” He sneered openly, eyes filled with contempt. “Tell me, angel, do you truly believe this pointless bloodshed serves anything besides your Father’s vanity?”

Gabriel narrowed her eyes sharply, her lovely features darkening into a scowl of disdain. She raised her blade defiantly, despite her injuries, pointing it directly toward Zekram. “My Father’s divine will is absolute. I will fulfill my holy duty, even if I must strike down every last devil on this battlefield!”

Zekram simply laughed mockingly, his eyes glinting cruelly. “You truly are blind, angel. Just a naïve child following orders without question. It’s almost sad.”

Gabriel tensed, preparing herself to launch a renewed attack against the arrogant devil lord. But just before she could move, a deafening, primal roar exploded suddenly across the battlefield, the tremendous sound drowning out even the violent clashes around them!

Gabriel froze. High above, soaring rapidly toward them across the dark skies, was an enormous black dragon!

Panicked cries echoed from devils and angels alike as they scrambled desperately to avoid the massive creature’s rapid descent. Everyone remembered the last time dragons got involved in the Great War. They had managed to kill Ddraig and Albion, but the casualties those two dragons caused had been in the MILLIONS.

The dragon’s imposing shadow swept swiftly across the battlefield, its sheer presence causing complete chaos as combatants scattered in fear.

But then—then she felt something incredibly familiar, a brilliant, vibrant soul that resonated clearly even through the massive dragon form. A soul she’d recognize anywhere.

“S—Silas?” Gabriel whispered aloud, her voice trembling slightly with disbelief. Her heart pounded furiously within her chest, her breath quickening with hope and relief. Could it truly be him?

The immense dragon crashed thunderously onto the battlefield mere yards away from Gabriel and Zekram, the sheer force of its landing shattering stone and scattering armored warriors in all directions. 

Dust billowed heavily around them, briefly obscuring Gabriel’s vision.

As the dust slowly cleared, Gabriel blinked rapidly, eyes fixed intently on the immense dragon. Then she saw clearly—the unmistakable sapphire glow of its eyes. 

It truly was him.

The dragon—Silas—reared upward dramatically, opening his powerful jaws to unleash another earth-shaking roar. His massive wings spread wide, casting an intimidating shadow as he deliberately placed himself between Gabriel and Zekram, snarling threateningly toward the stunned devil lord.

Before anyone could react further, another flash of vivid color burst from atop the dragon’s broad shoulders. Gabriel’s eyes widened even further in astonishment as Runeas Gremory herself leapt downward, landing nimbly in front of Zekram.

“Stop fighting right this instant, you dumb fuck!” Runeas shouted fiercely at Zekram. She pointed one finger sternly toward the startled devil lord. 

Zekram stared openly, stunned by Runeas’s sudden, forceful intervention. He opened and closed his mouth briefly, clearly caught entirely off-guard. “R-Runeas?” he stammered incredulously. “What are you—?”

Runeas cut him off sharply with an irritated wave of her hand. “Don’t give me excuses! Do you realize how stupid you look, trying to bully poor Gabriel here?” She huffed irritably. “Enough pointless fighting, Zekram. This whole war has gotten utterly ridiculous.”

Zekram scowled darkly, clearly torn between anger and confusion. “You expect me to simply stop because you say so, Runeas?” he growled threateningly.

Runeas gave him a fierce, unwavering glare, standing firm. “Yes, Zekram. Exactly that. Now stand down immediately!”

Gabriel slowly hovered backward, instinctively keeping her holy sword ready at her side as she tried to process the impossible sight before her. Silas—a dragon? How could this possibly be? She hovered cautiously closer, eyes wide with bewilderment and awe as she studied the massive form before her.

It was undeniably him. Beneath the scaled hide rippling with powerful muscle, beneath the curved black horns protruding from his head, she could clearly sense Silas's unmistakable soul, vibrant and resolute and radiant. 

But he was enormous now, towering easily twenty feet high.

Slowly, Gabriel drifted forward until she hovered directly in front of his face. His large head alone was almost the size of her entire body. She stared uncertainly into the glowing blue eyes, now slitted and draconic, searching desperately for answers. 

He stared back, his scaly expression unexpectedly softening when their gazes met.

"Silas?" Gabriel finally asked softly, voice trembling slightly. "Is…is that truly you? How—how is this possible?"

She watched in wonder as Silas's huge, powerful body suddenly gave a visible shudder. And then, with astounding fluidity, his immense form began rapidly shrinking down, scales shifting smoothly into pale skin, wings retracting seamlessly into his back.

Within seconds, the dragon had vanished entirely, leaving the familiar blonde hero standing before her once more. 

"It's me, Gabriel," Silas confirmed softly, a faint, gentle smile curving his lips upward. "Though I suppose I've changed a bit since you last saw me."

Gabriel blinked rapidly, her heart pounding as she instinctively hovered closer to him. She studied his face carefully—his strong jawline.

"It really is you," she murmured, almost more to herself than to him. Her sword lowered slowly to her side, momentarily forgotten as confusion warred with relief. "But—why have you come here, Silas? You escaped. Why would you return to this chaos?"

Silas’s brows drew slightly together, his eyes growing solemn and troubled. "I've come to stop all of this fighting, Gabriel," he stated clearly, his voice quiet yet filled with firm, unwavering resolve. "I won't stand by anymore, watching innocent beings slaughter each other endlessly for a war that should have ended ages ago."

– Silas –

A sudden burst of crazed laughter echoed sharply to my left, snapping my attention away from Gabriel’s stunned expression. My enhanced senses kicked in immediately, allowing me to pivot smoothly on my heels and face the incoming threat.

Charging madly toward me through the smoke and chaos was a wild-eyed devil. “Behold, filthy dragon!” he bellowed triumphantly, his voice half-crazed with greed and excitement. “I’m gonna take your head, and then I’ll be known as the greatest dragon slayer of all time! Lucifer himself will reward me with riches beyond imagination—and an entire harem filled with the most gorgeous, obedient women in Hell!”

Despite the absurdity of his claim, he seemed entirely convinced of his impending glory, practically drooling at the imagined rewards as he hurtled straight toward me.

I sighed inwardly, shaking my head slightly in disbelief. “Seriously?” I smoothly drew my Nightingale blade from its sheath, the enchanted steel humming softly as it slid effortlessly into my grip.

The devil lunged forward, claws slashing downward in a vicious, determined arc, glowing fiercely as he aimed straight for my chest. My blade moved in a blur of motion, gracefully rising to intercept his savage strike with a sharp clang of steel against claw.

His face twisted in stunned disbelief as our eyes met over our crossed blades. His arm trembled violently, straining uselessly against my immovable defense. He blinked rapidly, jaw dropping comically as he seemed to realize just how vastly outmatched he was.

“Wait—no, no, I didn’t mean—!” he began desperately, fear quickly overtaking his earlier arrogance.

Unfortunately for him, I was far beyond mercy for fools trying to slaughter me on the battlefield. With a single decisive flick of my wrist, I redirected his momentum forward. His eyes bulged in horror as he stumbled past, losing balance entirely.

In one swift, practiced motion, I twisted my sword sharply back around, the Nightingale blade arcing smoothly through the air before neatly severing the devil’s head from his shoulders. The severed head flew upward briefly, an almost comical look of shock frozen across his features, before bouncing limply across the bloodied battlefield with a series of dull thuds.

Instantly, I felt a refreshing surge ripple through my muscles, the familiar sensation of my stamina replenishing as the defeated enemy’s life-force flowed briefly through my veins.

I straightened slowly, rolling my shoulders and exhaling softly as the fallen devil’s body collapsed heavily at my feet. Flicking away the residual blood from my blade with a casual twist, I resheathed Nightingale swiftly onto my back, the entire encounter barely registering further in my thoughts.

Instead, my focus immediately shifted back toward Gabriel, who still hovered mere feet away, her brilliant white wings gently fluttering behind her. Her heart-shaped face stared at me, her lovely blue eyes wide with astonishment and a hint of something warmer, softer.

“Gabriel,” I said gently, moving steadily closer until we stood face to face once again. Her luminous, porcelain features were troubled, lips parted slightly in distress as she seemed to struggle with the words forming inside her chest. I took in her delicate beauty, allowing myself a brief moment of quiet appreciation at the angel’s ethereal, yet profoundly vulnerable expression.

“I... Silas, listen,” she finally whispered, her melodic voice trembling slightly, “you can’t possibly end this battle. It’s escalated beyond anyone’s ability to control now. The hatred and violence have festered too deeply—it’s far too late. Even you cannot do this. It’s simply... impossible.”

Her slender shoulders slumped softly as she finished speaking, looking away from my eyes, sadness evident on her perfect features. The hopelessness in her tone tugged sharply at my heart, yet it simultaneously ignited the determined spark deep inside my chest.

My lips curled upward into an easy, confident grin, eyes glittering playfully as I leaned slightly closer to her. “Impossible?” I repeated lightly, arching one brow upward in playful challenge. “Gabriel, don’t you realize by now? Making the impossible happen is exactly what heroes do.”

A moment of startled silence followed my bold declaration.

Behind me, Runeas snickered softly, clearly amused by my dramatic line. Her melodic laughter drifted gently into my ears, carrying an unmistakable teasing edge. “Oh my Maou, Silas,” Runeas murmured teasingly. “You really are incorrigible, aren’t you?”

Before Gabriel could respond to me, I distinctly heard Zekram Bael quietly muttering behind Runeas, clearly bewildered and more than a little impressed by the unfolding scene.

“Who in the nine circles of Hell is this dragon?” Zekram grumbled incredulously. “And does he offer lessons on courting women? Because I simply refuse to believe that Archangel Gabriel herself is blushing right now.”

My brows shot up slightly at his words, curiosity and amusement prompting me to glance carefully back toward Gabriel’s lovely face once again. Sure enough, a delicate, rosy blush had begun spreading slowly across her porcelain cheeks, dusting her ivory complexion with the softest flush of pink.

Gabriel seemed instantly aware of my noticing her reaction, her blush deepening vividly as her sky-blue eyes widened further in embarrassment. She quickly averted her gaze, looking downward shyly and softly chewing at her bottom lip, clearly mortified yet undeniably adorable in her embarrassment.

A shadow suddenly fell across the battlefield.

Tiamat hovered imperiously in the air, majestic and terrifying in her true draconic form. When she opened her massive jaws and unleashed an earth-shattering roar, angels and devils alike halted in panic, all eyes turning upward in shared, primal terror.

“Is—is that Tiamat? The Chaos Karma Dragon?!” Gabriel gasped beside me, her melodic voice quivering noticeably. Her slender, armored fingers involuntarily gripped my forearm, squeezing tighter as she stared upward. “Silas, what’s she doing here?”

“She’s... with me,” I explained awkwardly, trying not to let the surreal nature of that particular sentence distract me too much. “Don’t worry. She promised she wouldn’t kill everyone here—probably.”

Gabriel’s eyes widened further in disbelief. “PROBABLY?”

“Yeah, it’s complicated,” I admitted sheepishly. “Tiamat’s... not always easy to predict.”

High above, Tiamat circled majestically, scanning the field like a queen observing unruly subjects. Her enormous shadow sent both armies scrambling frantically, warriors tripping over themselves and abandoning weapons in their mad panic to escape her looming presence. 

Every flap of her massive wings sent swirling blasts of wind rushing downward.

Across the battlefield, the sounds of clashing weapons and explosions of magic slowly faded into stunned silence. Soldiers on both sides froze mid-strike, their weapons lowering hesitantly, confusion and disbelief spreading visibly through their ranks. Thousands of eyes turned upward, locked onto the immense shadow blotting out the bleak, ashen sky.

I smiled softly, a quiet relief washing through me as I watched Tiamat soar majestically overhead. When she finally began descending toward us, the earth trembled violently beneath my feet with each powerful flap of her wings, sending shockwaves rippling outward, scattering warriors scrambling desperately to clear a landing spot.

Tiamat slammed thunderously onto the ground just yards from our position, sending a colossal wave of dust billowing outward like a tsunami of debris. Gabriel instinctively clung tighter to me, gripping my forearm with surprising strength as she gasped softly in stunned awe, her crystal-blue eyes widening dramatically.

“Oh—oh my goodness!” Gabriel whispered breathlessly, staring openly at Tiamat’s imposing draconic form. “Is that truly… Tiamat herself?”

Tiamat turned her massive, horned head sharply toward Gabriel, narrowing her glowing sapphire eyes dangerously. She let out a low, guttural growl of unmistakable irritation, clearly annoyed by the angel’s close proximity to me. Her deep, resonant voice thundered ominously across the battlefield.

“Release my mate immediately, angel,” Tiamat snarled harshly, lips pulling back to reveal gleaming rows of enormous, razor-sharp teeth. A thin curl of dark smoke drifted ominously from her nostrils as she glared openly at Gabriel. “I have little patience for yet another intrusive creature trying to worm her way into my mate’s harem.”

Gabriel sputtered in immediate embarrassment, her cheeks flushing brightly as she rapidly released my arm, quickly stepping back several feet. She blinked rapidly, stammering awkwardly. “H—harem?! I—I assure you, Tiamat, I’m merely—”

Tiamat huffed sharply, clearly unconvinced. “I know exactly what you were doing,” she snapped irritably, her massive tail swishing aggressively behind her. She took several steps closer, each heavy footfall sending tremors racing through the cracked earth. “And I have half a mind to—”

“Tiamat, enough!” I suddenly snapped back at her sharply, my voice taking on a rare harshness that visibly startled the mighty dragon goddess. I gently but firmly stepped forward, placing myself protectively between her massive, looming form and Gabriel’s trembling figure. “You do not get to decide who I choose to be close with or who I allow to touch me. Gabriel is my friend, my ally—and that’s none of your business.”

Tiamat’s enormous sapphire eyes widened slightly in genuine surprise at my bold rebuke, before slowly narrowing again into a pleased, predatory smirk. Her long, serpentine tongue flicked appreciatively across sharp fangs, rumbling a low chuckle of delight. “Oh?” Tiamat drawled softly, leaning closer until her enormous scaled snout hovered mere inches from my face. Her warm breath washed pleasantly across my skin as her voice dropped into a seductive purr. “I must admit, Silas—I rather enjoy when my mate finally shows some backbone.” She chuckled throatily, clearly pleased by my defiance. Her gaze slid appraisingly toward Gabriel once more, her voice dripping amused contempt. “Though I suppose you could have chosen worse for your next little concubine. The angel does have a very pretty face—and rather impressive tits, too.”

Gabriel’s jaw dropped open, utterly mortified at Tiamat’s crass remark. She crossed her arms defensively across her generous chest, face blazing crimson as she avoided my gaze.

An enraged voice abruptly echoed above us. Several angelic figures streaked swiftly through the sky toward us.

The archangel Uriel landed sharply before Gabriel, eyes blazing angrily as he took in her relaxed posture and proximity to me. “Gabriel!” he snapped furiously, jabbing an accusing finger toward her. “What in our Father’s holy name are you doing?! Why are you standing idly in the arms of some filthy dragon instead of slaughtering these accursed devils?!”

Gabriel flinched visibly at her brother’s furious outburst, but before she could answer, Michael and Raphael landed softly nearby. Michael’s calm golden eyes flickered uncertainly between his siblings, clearly conflicted. Raphael merely looked quietly troubled, his usually serene features marred by deep sadness.

Gabriel straightened her shoulders firmly, meeting Uriel’s furious gaze directly. “Enough, brother,” she said quietly, but firmly. Her voice trembled softly with suppressed emotion. “I… I refuse to continue this pointless slaughter any longer. I’m sick of watching our brothers and sisters die senselessly for a war that serves no purpose.”

Uriel gaped openly, momentarily speechless. “You—you dare—!”

“Yes!” Gabriel cried passionately, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. She stepped forward, facing all three archangels directly. “I dare, Uriel. I’m tired—so tired—of burying our loved ones. I want nothing more than to return home, to Heaven, and finally have peace.”

Uriel opened his mouth sharply, clearly prepared to argue further, but Michael raised a hand gently, silencing him instantly. The archangel commander stepped closer, placing a comforting hand upon Gabriel’s trembling shoulder.

“Gabriel… I understand your pain,” Michael said softly, his tone gentle yet firm. “But surely you understand our duty? Father demands—”

“Father demands our unquestioning obedience,” Gabriel interrupted softly, tears now flowing freely down her porcelain cheeks. “But perhaps… perhaps our obedience must not be blind, Michael. Perhaps we’ve allowed our Father’s wrath to consume us far too deeply!”

For one tense, breathless moment, silence hung in the air. 

Then, suddenly, Gabriel’s eyes went wide, her porcelain features contorting sharply in agony. A raw, piercing scream tore violently from her delicate throat, echoing across the war-torn wasteland with heart-wrenching intensity.

My heart lurched in panic. “Gabriel?!”

"Oh shit!" Runeas blurted urgently, stepping rapidly to my side with eyes wide in alarm.

Right before my horrified gaze, Gabriel’s magnificent wings began to tremble violently, their dazzling pure white feathers flickering and sputtering erratically as sinister threads of blackness seeped outward from the roots. It was as if some poisonous corruption surged through her very essence, staining her purity in slow, agonizing increments.

Uriel immediately recoiled in horrified disgust, his expression twisting into a sneer of cold contempt. "She's damned herself!" he spat viciously, voice dripping venom. "She has betrayed Father's sacred will—this is her punishment!"

Michael stepped forward in alarm, pain starkly evident across his handsome features. He desperately reached toward Gabriel, pleading urgently, "Gabriel, quickly! Renounce your words! Beg Father for mercy, now, before it’s too late!"

Tears streamed freely down Gabriel’s lovely face, her entire body trembling violently with unimaginable pain. She shook her head desperately, meeting her brother’s gaze with tormented defiance. "I—I won't! I can't go back to blindly obeying him—not anymore!"

Another cry burst from her, raw and anguished, as her feathers continued darkening rapidly, now almost entirely pitch black!

My mind screamed furiously, desperately searching for something—anything—to stop this cruel punishment from claiming Gabriel's soul. 

Damn it, there has to be a way to save her!

As if responding directly to my frantic plea, my system screen flashed vividly before me, illuminating the darkness around us clearly enough for every stunned figure present—angel, devil, dragon, and mortal—to see.

[The Archangel Gabriel has been designated as a new Partner!]

[The Archangel Gabriel has drawn the attention of ???] 

[The Archangel Gabriel has been gifted the divine artifact: Crown of the Seraphim!]

Before anyone else could react, a dazzling flash of pure silver-white radiance erupted around Gabriel. A breathtakingly beautiful silver tiara materialized gently atop her head. It radiated holy power!

Instantly, the spreading corruption reversed itself dramatically! 

Gabriel’s wings rapidly transitioned from tainted black back into pristine white, and then went further! Her wings were now gleaming brighter and purer than ever before, now shimmering in magnificent hues of silver.

Her blue eyes widened in astonished awe as she slowly rose from the ground.

In stunned silence, Gabriel delicately reached upward, her fingers brushing reverently along the intricate silver tiara now crowning her angelic beauty.  A beautiful, radiant smile broke across Gabriel’s lips, brighter and warmer than any I’d ever witnessed from her before. She met my gaze directly, blue eyes shining with profound gratitude and affection. "I understand now, Silas," she breathed softly, her melodic voice filled with joyous reverence. "I was right all along about you…"

I blinked in confusion, momentarily lost. "You…were right about me? Sorry Gabriel, but... what exactly do you mean?"

Her laughter rang sweetly through the air—an enchanting sound that made my heart leap erratically within my chest. "Never mind that for now," she murmured fondly, her delicate features softening tenderly. "It's not important at this moment."

A pair of loud, irritated huffs sounded immediately behind me. 

I glanced backward to see Runeas and Tiamat glaring sharply at Gabriel’s radiant form. Tiamat’s sapphire eyes narrowed jealously, her impressive dragonic form growling softly in undisguised annoyance. Beside her, Runeas pouted openly, crossing her slender arms beneath her generous bust with dramatic irritation.

Gabriel’s siblings remained frozen in shocked awe below her, eyes wide in disbelief. Michael was the first to speak, stepping hesitantly closer and staring upward with a mixture of confusion and astonishment. "Gabriel, what…what is that crown on your head?"

She gazed compassionately at her brothers. "It’s a gift," she declared quietly but proudly. "A gift directly from Father—not the false father who has sent us to die in this war out of pride, but our true Father. The Father who created us from love, compassion, and kindness, not wrath and hatred."

Uriel’s lip curled in disbelief, glaring angrily. "You speak madness!"

"No, brother," Gabriel insisted tenderly. "For the first time ever, I see clearly. We have been deceived, manipulated by someone masquerading as our Father. But this crown—this divine blessing—proves to me beyond all doubt that our real Father still watches us lovingly from afar."

"This pointless war must end—right here, right now! No more senseless bloodshed, no more blind hatred! I refuse to spill one more drop of innocent blood!"

I couldn’t help but be fired up from her conviction!

I slid my hand back to Nightingale’s hilt, then thought better of it and dismissed the blade straight into my inventory with a flick of will. Steel wasn’t what I needed right now. What I needed was scale. I took a breath, reached inward, and let the dragon roll up and out of me.

Bones lengthened, muscles swelled, skin hardened and blackened. My spine stretched, my chest expanded like a living engine, and then the world just… shrank. The ground pulled away beneath me as my body ballooned outward into that now-familiar, absurdly huge shape. Wings tore into being from my back, unfolding in a rush of leathery membrane and raw power. 

A couple of nearby devils outright fell on their asses from the shockwave. 

Eh, not my problem.

I twisted my neck slightly, lowering my head toward Gabriel. “Get on,” I rumbled.

Her lips curved into a radiant, almost relieved smile. “Of course,” she said softly. She wasn’t even hesitant. She just stepped forward and took a light leap, landing neatly on the ridge between my neck and shoulders like she’d been mounting dragons all her life. Her newly silvery wings folded in close against her back as she settled into place, one hand resting on one of my armored neck plates for balance.

Naturally, someone else couldn’t resist. “Hey, don’t you dare fly off without me, hero!” Runeas shouted. Before I could even react, a soft weight landed further down my spine. Runeas scrambled up until she was seated behind Gabriel, legs straddling my back like I was her favorite amusement ride. “Fly, my mighty dragon steed!” Runeas said, rubbing herself on my back shamelessly.

“Silas is not a ‘steed,’” Gabriel muttered and forced Runeas to stop.

I shook my head internally and I spread my wings. The ground dropped away fast. I angled my wings and glided above it all, circling slowly, making sure every eye on the ground or flying low in the sky could see us. 

Behind my skull, I felt Gabriel rise into a half-standing posture, balancing easily even as I flew. Runeas did the same, both of them stabilizing with little magical nudges that I could feel like faint pressure against my scales.

Then they both opened their mouths at the same time. Their voices rolled across the battlefield with magically-boosted power

“THIS WAR IS OVER!” Gabriel’s clear, melodic voice boomed, ringing through the sky like a bell made of pure light.

“ANYONE WHO KEEPS FIGHTING TODAY IS A FUCKING IDIOT!” Runeas added, hers raw and sharp and very clearly not angelic.

Golden light flared around Gabriel as she spread her silver-glowing wings wide. “ANGELS!” she called, voice shaking with authority and emotion both. “LAY DOWN YOUR WEAPONS! THIS IS NOT OUR FATHER’S WILL!”

At the same time, Runeas strode forward atop my back like she owned the place, pink eyes blazing. “DEVILS!” she screamed. “STOP HURLING YOUR LIVES AWAY FOR THAT PSYCHOPATH! LUCIFER DOESN’T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT YOU. HE NEVER DID. I’M DONE FOLLOWING HIM. YOU SHOULD BE TOO.”

Their declarations slammed into the armies below like a second shockwave.

For a heartbeat, there was real, absolute silence. Then a voice like thunder ripped that silence apart.

“Is that so, daughter?”

The words rolled across the sky with so much raw power even I felt my scales prickle. It wasn’t just sound—it was pressure, bearing down on every living thing on the field.

I turned my head toward the source, eyes narrowing, and saw them. Lucifer. And God.

Lucifer was tall, beautiful in that cold, predatory way. Long black hair, pale skin, dark red eyes that burned with pride and hatred. Twelve enormous bat-like wings spread from his back, each featherless membrane etched with glowing red sigils that pulsed like veins full of molten lava. His aura felt like cold knives and hellfire and an ego big enough to choke on.

God was… older. Bearded, with long white hair and golden eyes that glowed like miniature suns. He wore no armor, just a simple white robe that didn’t even move in the wind. Twelve radiant wings of pure light fanned behind him in a perfect halo, feathers made of condensed holy power. His aura was terrifying in a different way—oppressive, heavy, like trying to breathe under an ocean of molten gold.

Lucifer’s gaze locked instantly onto Runeas. His lip curled in pure disdain.

“You ungrateful child,” he spat, his voice carrying easily even without magic. “I forged you. I raised you up as one of the proud Seventy-Two Pillars. And this is how you repay me? Turning your back on your creator?”

Runeas straightened on my back, shoulders squaring stubbornly. “You didn’t ‘raise’ me, you narcissistic jackass,” she shot back instantly. “You manufactured me as a weapon, then left me to wallow in a war you started because you couldn’t handle Daddy saying ‘no’ once.”

Lucifer’s eyes flared, crackles of destruction magic flickering around his hands.

God’s gaze, meanwhile, never left Gabriel. There was no warmth in it. No kindness. Just… cold calculation. “Gabriel,” he said, and there was a horrible mockery of tenderness in the word. “Turn away from this path. Now. Renounce this blasphemy, cast off that false crown, and I may yet forgive your lapse. It is not too late to earn my mercy.”

I felt Gabriel tremble under my feet for a second. Just one. Then she lifted her chin. 

“No,” she said.

Beside her, Runeas echoed, “No,” with even more venom.

That one little syllable hit harder than any explosion I’d seen on this field so far.

Lucifer’s aura surged, destruction leaking from him like radiation. God’s golden glow narrowed into something nastier, denser, like a star about to go supernova.

“Well,” I muttered dryly, “that did it.”

The air shifted behind my shoulders. I felt weight hit my back, twice. “What did we miss?” Rebecca asked casually from somewhere between my neck ridges. She was carrying someone. I felt one slight body shift and then be set down carefully between two plates of my neck armor.

“Thanks,” Taylor muttered, steadying herself with one hand against a scale.

I huffed smoke. “Nothing big,” I said, voice rumbling out of my maw. “Just, you know… Gabriel rebelling, Runeas rebelling, and now I’m pretty sure we’re about to fight God and Lucifer at the same time.”

There was a beat of silence.

“Well, shit,” Taylor grumbled.

Behind her, Rebecca just snorted. “Eh,” she said, cracking her knuckles audibly against the scale plating on my back. “I’ll consider this a warm-up for the Endbringers and Scion.”

…Of course, it was precisely at that moment that I realized the universe itself genuinely intended to test our convictions to their absolute limits. Because something else—something enormous and fucking terrifying—that I vaguely remembered from the original lore of this world decided right then to make its grand entrance.

An ear-splitting, unholy roar thundered across the underworld, the sheer volume and force making every muscle beneath my dragon scales tighten instinctively. 

"What the absolute fuck was that?" Rebecca hissed sharply on my back.

I narrowed my eyes, squinting at the dark horizon where something massive shifted and lurched forward into view, finally emerging from the smoky haze in disgusting clarity.

Oh, shit.

It was Trihexa. I recognized it instantly, even though seeing the abomination in reality made every description I'd ever read in my past life seem laughably inadequate. Its enormous body was monstrous and grotesquely misshapen, a pulsating heap of black, scaly flesh that constantly rearranged itself into new, increasingly disturbing configurations as it moved.

Multiple dragon-like heads erupted from its thick central body, each skull shifting and snarling angrily, eyes glowing like burning coals and drooling acidic saliva onto the scorched earth beneath it. Eight thick, muscular legs covered in uneven armored plates carried its massive weight, each heavy step causing the ground beneath it to violently fracture. Several malformed tails whipped chaotically behind it, leaving huge trenches gouged deeply into the stone. Wings extended randomly along its back, some partially shredded or broken, others beating discordantly.

"Oh fuck, is that—Trihexa?!" Runeas squeaked loudly, her normally confident voice becoming distinctly higher-pitched and panicky. Without warning, she lunged sideways, clinging desperately onto Rebecca’s muscular body.

Rebecca let out an annoyed grunt and roughly pushed the petite devil woman back. "Get your hands off me, Runeas."

Runeas reluctantly released her grip, but immediately shifted closer to Taylor instead,

Taylor squeaked out nervously, "Silas, what the hell are we dealing with here?"

"It's basically this world's final boss," I grumbled. 

Rebecca let out a stunned bark of laughter tinged with disbelief. "You're telling me fucking God and Lucifer themselves don't count as the final boss around here? Seriously?"

I gave a slow, grave nod of my dragon head, my massive neck muscles bunching and flexing with the motion. "Apparently not. Welcome to DLC content, ladies…"

Gabriel lifted her arms high above her head, drawing in a deep, powerful breath. “Warriors of Heaven!” Gabriel shouted, her clear voice carrying effortlessly across the battlefield, ringing sharply through the tense silence below. Hundreds of thousands of angelic faces turned upwards simultaneously, staring at their sister with stunned uncertainty. “Return home immediately! Flee back to Heaven—now! This war is over! You don’t need to sacrifice your lives any further. Our true Father would never have wanted this pointless slaughter!”

Before anyone below could respond, Runeas suddenly stepped forward beside Gabriel, thrusting her hands dramatically onto her shapely hips. She rolled her eyes dramatically and unleashed her own blunt announcement, her voice magically enhanced just as loudly.

“And while we’re at it, any useless fuck out there who doesn’t have at least ten wings needs to fuck right off from this fight, right now!” Runeas shouted crassly. Her vivid pink eyes narrowed disdainfully, scanning the confused armies below as if daring anyone to disagree.

Gabriel turned her head sharply, mouth instantly dropping open in mortified surprise at Runeas’s incredibly vulgar command. The angel’s porcelain features twisted into a genuinely adorable pout of disapproval. 

Runeas just smirked at her smugly. “It’s not like weaklings will be any help here anyway…”

The two of them jumped gracefully from my massive scaled back, floating gently in midair nearby. Rebecca chuckled softly as she too lifted herself easily from my back, hovering close by as well.

Only Taylor remained behind, seated nervously between two plates of my thick neck armor. Her slender fingers stroked anxiously over my scales, her soft, uncertain touch oddly comforting despite the massive form I currently wore.

“Hey, it’ll be alright, Taylor,” I rumbled gently, craning my draconic head slightly around to look back at her. “I promise—I won’t let anything hurt you.”

Taylor gave me a hesitant smile, forcing a small chuckle despite herself. “Hehe…You know, I missed out on the Simurgh fight back home, and now suddenly I’m face-to-face with a monster that would make even that winged bitch shit herself.” Her nervous laughter came out slightly strained, though she visibly relaxed a little at my reassuring tone.

Just as I started to open my mouth to reassure her further, a massive surge of energy drew my attention sharply back toward the horizon. My draconic senses immediately locked onto the two unimaginably powerful auras erupting from both God and Lucifer. 

The space around their bodies warping violently as their auras flared to their limits.

Without warning, the two ancient beings simultaneously launched themselves directly toward the grotesque, towering monstrosity looming in the distance—Trihexa itself. Their figures blurred rapidly, accelerating so intensely that both God and Lucifer approached speeds that were genuinely near the speed of light.

“What the hell are they—” I began incredulously, unable to finish the thought.

Because at precisely that moment, Trihexa shifted monstrously forward, its countless grotesque dragon-like heads opening grotesquely wide, exposing rows upon rows of massive, disgusting teeth dripping vile acidic saliva. Before any of us could react, the creature literally snapped its immense jaws shut around God and Lucifer mid-flight, effortlessly catching the two strongest beings I'd ever sensed in its hideous, monstrous jaws.

“What the fuck—” My voice was sharply cut off as I heard an unimaginably brutal, sickening crunch of bone and flesh echo clearly across the entire battlefield.

And just like that—they were dead. Both of them. Crushed, devoured, annihilated instantly by the abomination’s colossal jaws. God and Lucifer, snuffed out like insects…

"Holy fucking shit!" Rebecca yelled beside me, her voice openly stunned, her eyes wide with disbelief at the horrifyingly casual way two literal cosmic beings had just been slaughtered in seconds.

Below us, panicked cries and screams erupted instantly among the angelic forces. Several archangels flew quickly upward toward Gabriel, openly terrified. They hovered desperately nearby, eyes wide with shock and disbelief at what they'd just witnessed.

Gabriel immediately drew herself upward, radiating soothing silver aura as she spoke urgently to her siblings. "Calm yourselves! That being was never our Father, only an impostor masquerading as Him!" she reassured them strongly, her gentle voice steady yet compassionate. "I promise, our true Father still watches over us. He gifted me this crown—I can still feel His distant, loving presence guiding us. Trust in that feeling!"

Her siblings hesitated uncertainly, exchanging anxious glances, but slowly their panicked expressions eased slightly under Gabriel's calm reassurance.

Uriel hovered a few feet away, openly shaken by what he'd witnessed. The arrogant angel had finally dropped his furious bravado, looking deeply disturbed as he muttered softly to himself. "If this is a test for us, it's one hell of a test," he said quietly, eyes distant and troubled. Then, visibly regaining some composure, Uriel sharply turned his gaze toward me, narrowing his eyes suspiciously. "And you, dragon—don’t even think about getting any ideas about my sister Gabriel! You’re nowhere near good enough for her!"

I blinked slowly, stunned by his absurd comment. But before I could respond, Tiamat's massive sapphire-scaled form appeared beside me in a burst of powerful wind and crackling magical energy. She hovered majestically, eyes blazing angrily as her sharp voice thundered dangerously across the battlefield.

“What was that, angel?” Tiamat snarled viciously, baring rows of gleaming teeth as she glared murderously at Uriel. “How dare you insult my mate! Do you wish to test my patience, foolish insect? Because I assure you—your false father’s fate will seem merciful compared to what I’ll do to you if you dare disrespect Silas again!”

Uriel visibly paled, quickly floating backwards several feet with his hands raised defensively. Gabriel sighed deeply, visibly embarrassed by both her brother and Tiamat’s aggressive behavior.

"Enough arguing!" I growled loudly, my voice resonating powerfully across the tense group around me. “We have much bigger fucking problems right now. Trihexa literally just killed two of the strongest beings in existence like they were bugs. We need to focus.”

"Agreed," Rebecca muttered, her fists already clenching in eager anticipation. "We can deal with petty squabbling later. First, we’ve got to deal with this ugly fucker."

Taylor swallowed nervously, yet she still stood bravely atop my back, steadying herself and nodding determinedly. "I’m with you. Let's kick its ass, Silas." Her giant insects and spiders below on the battlefield that was quickly emptying—lower ranked devils and angels were running for their lives—her bugs started moving quickly towards the giant monster as well…

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