[Very well.]
With that calm and unwavering tone, the [Angel of the Blade of Destiny] turned back to face the Hatred Demon, its golden eyes locking onto the target that Alex had chosen.
There was no hesitation, no flair of emotion, just an absolute sense of certainty.
The command had been given. The objective was clear. The target was marked.
The Hatred Demon, despite its overwhelming size and terrifying strength, was now no more than a name on a list, one destined to be erased.
The angel took a single step forward, its white robe brushing softly against the corrupted ground of the [Hatred Domain], and immediately, something changed.
The air trembled slightly.
The pressure of the angel's presence intensified, yet it remained composed, serene, even.
Each step it took forward was impossibly fluid, like it had rehearsed this moment thousands of times before.
Nothing about it felt rushed or desperate.
It was not charging toward victory, it was simply fulfilling a purpose.
