The Number Of An Army Don't Always Decide The Outcome Of A Battle

BAM!!

Dark-Angel flew backward from Apate's attack.

White-Death who was in her fusion, caught her in midair, and placed her down. Before Dark-Angel could charge towards Apate again, White-Death held her shoulders, and shook her violently.

"Michael isn't Dead! Those aren't their heads!!"

"Huh?"

Dark-Angel frowned slightly.

"Mic... hael... Is Alive!"

White-Death said, Emphasizing her words, so she could understand.

"My Brother isn't Dead?" Dark-Angel was surprised.

"Yes! Something might have happened, but they aren't dead!!"

Dark-Angel blinked a couple of times, then a smile appeared on her face. "That's a relief, I know my brother won't leave me!"

White-Death sighed in relief, as Dark-Angel's eyes returned to their usual brown, The dark clouds made way, and the Sun shone its ray on the land again.

**That's a mistake, Dear, do you think you can defeat me without that power?** Apate asked, a smile on her face.