Chapter 522: Darkwing Sovereign.
"Andona, I’m giving you one last chance," Gabriel said coldly, his voice like ice. "Surrender and come back with me. If you do, we’ll spare your life. But if you resist... I have full authority to kill you right here. This is the will of the entire City of Angels. You can’t defy it."
But the moment those words hit the air, Ethan narrowed his eyes, his expression darkening.
Go back with him?
Surrender?
Andona was his now—his subordinate. And this guy wanted to take her away? What a joke. Who the hell did he think he was?
"You want a war..." Ethan said calmly, but the words made Andona’s whole body tense up with a shiver.
Just then, a violent surge of energy exploded from somewhere nearby—wild, chaotic, and dark.
A moment later, a figure appeared—an Angel cloaked in pure darkness, wings spread wide, and he wasn’t alone. A whole group followed behind him, each one radiating the same intense dark energy.
"What the hell...?" Ethan blinked, caught off guard. Every single one of them had wings, and that same dark aura. Were they Angels too?
"My Lord," Namyanna whispered beside him, "they look like Andona... they’re from the Angel of Death clan."
"In our world, the Angel of Deaths were once part of the Angel race," she explained quickly. "But for various reasons, they were exiled—or left the City of Angels on their own. Over time, they evolved into what they are now."
"They’re also called the Fallen Angels. They wield Death Magic—powerful, necromantic stuff. Terrifying. Almost on par with the Angels themselves."