The Heavenly Demon of Terror

(Celestial Queen's POV)

I floated above the battlefield, my twelve golden wings pulsing with divine radiance as I observed the man before me.

Henry Hans.

A mortal—yet not. A warrior—yet something more.

I had fought countless beings, gods, celestials, abyssal lords—none had ever entertained me the way this one had.

But now?

He intrigued me.

Our blades had clashed, and he had matched my speed, my power, my presence.

I had not expected that.

I had not felt this excitement in eons.

I hovered before him, lowering my blade, my golden aura dimming slightly.