"The power of the Archangel is quite something. Against armies like these, mixed in strength and unprepared, just one salvo is enough to push their losses beyond what they can bear."0

High above, the endless curtain of night woven from the Lady of the Night's power began to fade. The vast rift Wang Yu had torn open in the heavens was slowly being mended by the world's own resistance, sealing away the divine power that had poured through. As the wound between realms closed, the devastation left by the Archangel's bombardment was laid bare.0

At the center of what had once been the Losman army's encampment yawned a crater of impossible depth. Rivers of molten rock flowed through its heart, the stone having been transmuted into lava by the sheer heat. The soldiers caught within the blast radius had been shredded into nothingness, flesh, armor, and soul completely vaporized.0

Those farther out were hardly better off: their armor was ruptured, their bodies maimed, their spirits shattered by the shockwave. Struck first by the unraveling power...0