The War for The North [74]
Chapter 187: The Crimson Night [15]
Above the ruined capital, standing amidst the wreckage, the colossal being with twenty four wings moved as it spread its divine light against Cryomara's freezing aura.
The archangel gave a slight bow with striking elegance, placing his right hand over his armored chest in greeting.
His voice was smooth and resonant, like thousands of silver bells ringing at once.
"It is an honor to meet you, ancient guardian of the north and this world."
"I am Solariel. I stand here on behalf of our supreme god Yavres, to carry out his sacred will."
The expression on his face suddenly turned cold, and the light in his eyes became unsettling.
"I would have preferred to meet you under better circumstances… but…"
Solariel slowly raised the spear woven from starlight in his hand and pointed it toward Cryomara's massive heart.
"The orders I have received require me to be your enemy."
