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."
As she spoke, the leader of the group—a tall, imposing Angel of Death—flew forward, stopping just across from Gabriel. His eyes were cold, his face twisted in disdain.
"Gabriel," he sneered, "all these years and you’re still the same sanctimonious bastard. What’s wrong? Scared of that ancient prophecy finally coming true?"
He scoffed. "Too bad. You’re the ones who cast Andona out of the City of Angels. And now you want him back? Acting like this? Who the hell do you think you are? Pathetic."
"Lucivar..." Gabriel growled, glaring at him, his face dark with fury.
"Lord Lucivar?" Andona’s eyes widened in shock. He clearly knew the man. "Why are you here?"
Lucivar let out a booming laugh, then pulled out a strange-looking Angelic sigil—twisted, dark, and unlike anything Ethan had seen before.
"Andona," Lucivar said, his voice echoing with authority, "by the order of the Sanctum of Shadows..."
"I’m here to invite you back—to take your rightful place as the leader of the Angel of Deaths."
"If you accept... from this moment on, you are our new Darkwing Sovereign."
"What?!" Andona froze, stunned.
He hadn’t seen this coming at all.
The Sanctum of Shadows? That was the highest temple of the Angel of Deaths—their sacred seat of power.
And... Darkwing Sovereign?
What the hell was going on?
"Andona..." Lucivar spoke again, his tone light, almost amused, a smile tugging at his lips.
"Don’t rush to answer. I know what you’re thinking. But really, there’s not much to think about. We’ve sensed it—you’re wielding both the death power of the Angel of Death and the divine power of the Divine Angels."
"In the ancient prophecy of our kind, it’s said that if someone ever mastered both, they would become the King of All Angels. Naturally, we Angel of Deaths must follow that prophecy. Which means, Andona... you are our king now."
"Lucivar, you—" Gabriel’s voice cut in, his face twisting with visible frustration. If Andona left with them, he’d have nothing to show for this mission. No way to report back. No way to save face.
But his pride—his arrogance—along with a flicker of jealousy and bitter resentment, kept him from saying anything that might sound like begging. He couldn’t bring himself to lower his head.
"So that’s what this is about..." Andona murmured, finally understanding the reason behind all this.
But then, she shook her head.
Without hesitation, she refused.
"Sorry. I already have a place where I belong. I’m not interested in being some ’Darkwing Sovereign.’ So, Lord Lucivar, I appreciate the offer, but... you should go back."
Lucivar’s smile faded. His brow furrowed.
"Andona, you must understand—this isn’t something you get to choose. If you reject us, you’re turning your back on your own people. And if that’s the case... we can’t allow you to continue existing."
"I don’t want to be your enemy," he said, voice low and serious. "So take back what you just said."
Andona didn’t answer. She simply floated back, positioning herself behind Ethan.
"...Heh." Gabriel suddenly let out a cold laugh, his eyes narrowing.
"In that case, what are we waiting for? If you’re so eager to die, Andona... we’ll be happy to oblige."
He turned his gaze to Ethan, eyes filled with disdain and icy contempt.
"And you..."
"You die too."
"Is that so?" Ethan said flatly, his voice calm, unreadable.
"Then go ahead—try me."
And with that, he moved.
He struck first.
BOOM!
RUMBLE—CRACK!
Suddenly, a wave of crushing pressure erupted from deep within Ethan’s body, rolling out like a tidal wave.
Instantly, both Gabriel—the Divine Angel—and Lucivar—the Angel of Death—visibly stiffened, their expressions darkening.
They hadn’t expected this.
Ethan... dared to strike first?
Did he even realize who he was dealing with?
They were no ordinary beings. Gabriel, a high-ranking Divine Angel. Lucivar, an Overlord of the Angel of Deaths. Titans of the Dark World. Supreme powers that ruled from the shadows.
And yet... this man had the audacity to look down on them?
To challenge them?
The insult burned hot in their chests, and their faces twisted with fury. The air around them thickened with killing intent.
BOOM!
BOOM!
In the next instant, both Gabriel and Lucivar unleashed their full auras—terrifying, overwhelming, and godlike.
The sky above split in two.
On one side, blinding Light Magic surged like a holy storm, radiating divine judgment.
On the other, Death Magic churned like a black tide, cold and merciless, reeking of the grave.
The two forces clashed in the heavens, splitting the sky into light and shadow, neither giving an inch.
But neither of them attacked right away.
Instead, their eyes locked back onto Andona, their gazes sharp and cold as blades.
Gabriel’s voice rang out, laced with threat.
"Andona. This is your final chance. Surrender. Return to the Angel race. If you don’t... you and your so-called lord will be judged."
"You’ll both die here. No grave. No mercy."
Andona’s face hardened, her voice like ice. "You want me? Then step over my corpse. That’s the only way you’re getting what you came for. Otherwise... you’ll regret ever setting foot here."
"Then you’ve chosen death!" Gabriel and Lucivar snapped in unison, their expressions darkening further.
BOOM!
Another wave of terrifying pressure exploded from their bodies, shaking the ground beneath them. Their killing intent surged like a storm, and their voices echoed again—cold, final.
"Surrender, Andona!"
"This is your last warning. If you refuse... don’t blame us for what happens next."
"Even if you are a fusion of death and divinity, a hybrid like you can’t be allowed to exist outside our control!"
Ethan stepped forward, his voice calm but razor-sharp.
"Then come at me."
"You want to kill me? Did you even bother asking if I’d let you?"
"Divine Angel?"
"Angel of Death?"
He let out a low, mocking laugh.
"Perfect."
"In that case, let’s go to war. I’d love to see just how powerful you self-righteous, backstabbing bastards really are."
His expression turned cold, eyes gleaming with battlelust.
"Ataneya. Namyanna. Andona..."
"Let’s do this."
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