Chapter 149
Two days passed quickly.
The Angels of Heven, known for their stoic and reserved nature, kept interactions minimal, leaving Finn with little to converse about during this period.
However, this calm was abruptly disrupted.
Brice and several others were urgently summoned, and Finn, driven by curiosity, decided to follow them.
Upon arriving at the grand hall, they found the old patriarch seated at its center, his expression grave, a stark contrast to his usual demeanor.
In that moment, he embodied the true essence of an ancient Angel, the guardian of their lineage.
"Patriarch, what has occurred?" Brice inquired, aware that such an urgent recall signified a matter of great importance.
Could it be that the demon clans were making another move?
This line of thought was not unfounded; the demons, under the rule of the Hell-lords, were notorious for their unpredictable assaults, often striking without warning.
Finn and the others shared Brice's curiosity, their eyes reflecting concern and anticipation.
"Yesterday, our scouts returned with troubling news," the patriarch began, his tone measured. "In the southeastern quadrant, they observed the demons engaging in unusual activities, dispersing in multiple directions."