"I know, my Lords," Kilu said immediately, kneeling and bowing low. The Seraphims' eyes narrowed slightly, their gazes like divine blades as Kilu continued.
"I bring urgent news regarding the Abyssal front we are engaged in."
At these words, the previously indifferent Seraphims suddenly showed interest.
"Speak," one of them said, his deep, thunderous voice shaking the chamber. "If your news holds value, your desertion may be… overlooked."
Kilu swallowed hard.
In the presence of beings like this, one felt hollowed out like their soul hung by threads.
Rank 3 beings could not typically kill each other, but such limits did not apply to Rank 4s.
These were the true undying. Not even Rank 5 beings could kill them only seal them at best.
Kilu knew he stood before entities who could end his existence with a mere glance.
"It's about a demon I encountered… A middle Rank 3," Kilu began, choosing each word with care.
"He defeated five angels with ease."
