The Angel of Radiant Wings and the Martial King of Delphiad continued to exchange blows. The ground rumbled and the heavens split apart with thunderous roars with every clash. 0

Amid the countless collisions of light against light, neither side gained an advantage nor fell behind. The fight remained perfectly balanced. Yet, despite the deadlock, future Leven’s expression grew increasingly unsettled.0

What is this? The more he watched, the more bewildered he became by what was unfolding before his eyes. How can a mage move like that?0

He had fought for decades as the Martial King of Delphiad, and for decades more as Tesranach’s apostle. But across all the battles he had survived, he had never encountered anything like this.0

And this feels rather strange…0

One thing was certain. The opponent was undeniably powerful. The force behind every strike was immense, and the energy radiating from the wings of light was overwhelming. But what exactly was that energy?0

It’s not mana, not divine power, not aura…0

If he had to guess, it felt like necromantic energy, though it was so faint it could easily be dismissed as a mistake. Yet, watching the flow of the battle, it didn’t seem like the angel was wielding the power of darkness. For one, it shone far too brightly for that.0

It’s strong, yes, but why...0