Carolina, a witch, had gathered five hundred and twenty witches, the full force of her coven, to wage a brutal attack against Neymar and his family as revenge for her daughter Bella's death.
Neymar, sensing that something was amiss, stood up to check on Michael, his baby, holding his sword at the ready. As he entered the room, he found the child peaceful and calm. Suddenly, a loud scream pierced the air outside.
Meanwhile, Micah, who had been standing on the mountain, noticed some movements and rushed down with lightning speed towards Neymar's house. He soon discovered that about five hundred demons and twenty witches were approaching the premises.
"Go back; you have no business here," Micah warned them, concealing his angelic identity and making it difficult for them to discern his powers and spiritual levels.
"How dare you stand in my way?" Carolina retorted angrily, believing him to be just a human with some level of power. "I'm going to start with you." She unleashed a deadly dark aura from her body as she drew her sword, an aura capable of shredding someone's body to pieces like a grenade. If the target had a high level of power, it would weaken them, rendering them unable to fight effectively, and then she could use her sword to deliver the final blow.
However, Micah was not intimidated. He released his own aura, declaring, "The light shines in darkness, and darkness cannot comprehend," quoting from the Word Of Light. His flaming aura exploded from his body, and since Carolina was closer, about eighty percent of the aura was channeled into her, completely draining the aura she had sent and the one in her body, sending her flying backward along with the other witches.
She screamed in agony; it was the scream Neymar had heard inside as he rushed outside with his sword in hand.
He was taken aback by the scene unfolding before him – one man against twenty witches and five hundred demons.
"He's out; attack him!" Carolina shouted, commanding the demons and witches to attack Neymar and his family. While seizing the moment to regain strength.
Micah swiftly moved closer to Neymar, touching his chest and transferring some of his powers to him. "You take on the witches; I'll handle the demons," he said as he lunged towards the demons.
Neymar nodded in agreement, as the power circulates in his body.
Demons, who are brutal in battle, wielded various weapons like swords, daggers, axes, javelins, spares and other kinds of weapons. They charged forward, ready to take on Micah. Five hundred against one – Angel versus demons.
Neymar, now empowered, lunged forward with incredible speed, catching the witches off guard. His movements were a blur, and the witches struggled to keep up.
"I can't track him!" one of them exclaimed in confusion.
"Me neither!" another one replied.
Suddenly, screams filled the air as Neymar struck down five of them with swift slashes of his sword.
"What? Combine forces!" Carolina shouted, with surprise and panic.
Micah, meanwhile, leaped into the air and slashed down with his flaming sword, quoting from the Word Of Light, "Though they gather, they shall scatter." The moment his sword touches the ground, the ground erupted with a wave of light and fire, scattering the demons and incinerating many of them.
The witches regrouped, and fourteen of them, led by Carolina, launched a coordinated attack. However, Neymar, still not aware of the capacity of his newfound power, stood firm, and a surge of energy erupted from him, dampening their auras and rendering them powerless. He is surprised.
With their defenses down, Neymar lunged forward and struck them down one by one, finishing them off with precision blows.
Micah, fighting with uneasiness decimated the demons with his lightning-fast sword strikes, leaving them screeching in agony and disappearing into nothingness.
Although they fought relentlessly, their skills and style of combat couldn't be compared to Micah's.
Five hundred demons weren't a match for him. As he finally put an end to everyone of them
"Oh Adonai, grant Neymar strength," Naomi prayed with great concern, knowing about the sudden battle against some cruel witches outside.
As the battle subsided, Carolina realized she had lost and quickly escaped, leaving the remaining witches to fend for themselves. She vanished into the night.
As Neymar was still finishing the rest of the witches, one of them decided to do a sneak attack on him. As the witch was about to strike Neymar from behind, a piercing sound was heard. Neymar turned backward quickly and found out that Micah had struck the witch; that was the last of them.
Neymar approached Micah, gratitude in his voice, "Thank you, you saved my life and my family. But why are they attacking me?"
"Because of your child," Micah replied.
"My child?" Neymar asked, bewildered. "Why my innocent child?"
"During the celebration of his birth, a witch attempted to possess him with witchcraft but was severely repelled with a seriously damaged body," Micah explained. "They came for revenge."
Neymar's eyes widened as he recalled the uneasy feeling he had during the celebration.
"Thank you for helping me defeat them," Neymar said, offering his gratitude. "But who are you, really? You're not from around here, are you?"
Micah smiled, "Who I am doesn't matter, but my name is Micah. I came from a land far away." He said, not wanting to review his angelic identity.
Neymar nodded, "Well, Micah, you're welcome to stay with us and rest before dawn."
In order for Micah to achieve his plan of protecting Michael, he had to be close to Neymar's household. Because of the way he fought and had the interest of protecting Michael and Neymar's household, Neymar had completely trusted him and decided to make him a family friend.
Micah accepted the offer, and as they entered the house, Neymar explained the events to his wife and others.
Carolina, meanwhile, cried bitterly in grief, her plans ruined, her daughter dead, and her reign over. "It's not over yet, Neymar," she vowed, her anger burning brighter. "I'll return someday, and I'll make you pay." She then decided to leave the town and travel far away from the land with the intention of coming back for revenge.