The Archbishop clenched his teeth.
His fists were tightly clenched, veins bulging.
"Lord... please listen to my request..."
He closed his eyes and prayed devoutly.
His voice trembled with grief and indignation.
"Please send down the divine weapon, to help me slay demons and eliminate evil..."
"Let darkness never rise again!"
The sound of prayer echoed in the empty great hall.
Solemn and resolute.
As if heralding the end of an era.
Also seeming to foretell the arrival of a new epoch.
In a trance, a golden light suddenly appeared.
It illuminated the endless night, piercing through thick layers of fog.
Within the light, a tall figure slowly emerged.
"Michael, long time no see."
A deep voice, like thunder in the ear.
"You... who are you?!"
The Archbishop was terrified, retreating repeatedly.
This man before him had an aura that made the heart tremble.
Powerful and incomparable.
"I am the one you prayed to."
The visitor's lips curled slightly, his tone playful.
