Miss Witch’s Devotion Has Gone… Twisted

By the time Loren's attack faded, the angel had already spread its wings, revealing its once again riddled body.

In that brief span, its injuries had nearly fully recovered.

"Who are you? Did you kill Fein?"

Loren guessed Fein was the name of the angel who had died by his hand, but he still didn't admit it right away:

"Who's Fein?"

"The name of the angel who fell before."

The angel held its sword in both hands, the tip aimed at Orianna, and began to gather power.

Loren hadn't expected it to honestly answer his question, which gave him another chance to mock:

"There's no need to remember the name of an ant."