Nerothen, staggering, attempted to control his inner turmoil after discovering that the masked man before him was none other than the angel he despised the most.
The same angel who obstructed his plans in the past had returned to thwart his ambitions of conquering humanity.
"How...? Just how...?" he muttered, grappling with the revelation.
"Why won't you just stay dead?!"
Nerothen's voice trembled with a mix of anger and disbelief.
"You were a thorn in my side before, and now you return to haunt my plans again. How…just how are you still alive?!" His eyes flashed with burning intensity, fixated on Ray's smirking face.
"Obviously, to end your reign of chaos," With a casual demeanour, Ray's response carried a hint of satisfaction, his smug smile revealing a long-standing determination to settle the score.
As he twirled his scythe, the echoes of past conflicts and a burning desire for retribution lingered in the air.