In that moment, the Black Angel folded its wings, resembling the descending sword of Damocles, with countless blades ferociously striking down, exerting with full force to the limit. Scarlet mist spurted out from the gaps along with the blood, driven by the kinetic energy from its descent, creating the Black Angel's ultimate blow.
Cold metal tore into lines of death, burning red from the high-speed friction, and along with it, the external armor that was being cut was also glowing red.
Unaware of how many wings shattered, the arm that swung twisted as if it were fractured, accompanied by a large gush of blood flowing from within.
In the face of life and death, everything seemed to slow down; Night Owl could see the fragments of bloody iron and sparks scattered in the air, and he could also see the eerie entity, as if it came chasing out of a nightmare, just within reach.
