The old man gritted his teeth, his expression growing increasingly grim. At this rate, he wouldn't be able to assist his subordinates below. He wanted to descend into the Imperium and join the battle, but the woman standing before him had blocked his path from the very beginning.
And there was nothing he could do about it.
Why?
Because the woman before him was a powerful expert in the Tenth Shackle Realm.
Worse still, the pair of wings extending from her back left little room for doubt about her identity. She was an Angel, most likely a member of the Angel Faction, one of the Holy Lands of God's Continent.
The old man's jaw tightened.
He could sense the terrifying power hidden beneath her seemingly calm demeanor. If he made a reckless move, he might not even get the chance to reach his subordinates before she struck him down.
Suddenly, both Esriel and the old man turned their heads.
