The roar shaking heaven and earth grew deafening, and faint cracks began to appear in the firmament.
The clash between the two titans was a horror that words could not begin to describe.
Space itself quaked, threatening to tear asunder.
The battle raged for countless days and nights.
"BOOM!"
Minos was sent crashing into a cliff by a single punch, tearing through five or six rock faces before he finally came to a halt. Blood stained his face and the corners of his mouth. A closer look revealed that his wings were mostly drenched in blood, some twisted at unnatural angles. The gore was especially evident behind his shoulders—several of his wings had been brutally snapped off.
"The Angel Clan went to all the trouble of producing a Ten-winged Angel. Now, let me see... how many wings are left?"
