“Yes, got it.”
Flap! Flap!
In front of me, black wings beat the air forcefully.
“So there truly is no one in this world who understands me.”
Nazril lowered his hands from his face and straightened up. He’d abandoned his act of feigning pity. His chin was lifted arrogantly, and an air of conceit and obstinacy radiated from him.
“Fine. I won’t ask for anything anymore from this unfeeling world.”
Agnes and I shared the same thought.
“Look at him, acting up.”
<Look at him, acting up.>
Nazril flapped his wings and rose high into the air, his eyes glinting with madness like an evil star.
“Then I’ll just butcher everyone. Let’s start with you, Holy Scripture!”
In that instant, an enormous gust of wind blew straight toward me.
<Ailet!>
Agnes’s warning cut through the piercing roar of the air, signaling danger.
The crazed fallen angel was rushing at me full speed.
“Holy Sanctuary (Shinseong Bulgachim).”
An absolute barrier enveloped…