Self-directed Oscars (4/4)

Oh, Lord!

Kesot's tears almost flowed out of his watery eyes as soon as he heard the hopeful voice. He suspected he was actually hallucinating. A Battle Angel shrouded in light halos descended from the sky. She stood before everyone with a glorious sword, staring sternly at the Demon and Necromancer, her spotlessly white wings expanding gracefully. She glanced at Kesot and the soldiers who collapsed to the ground. She swung her right hand and a white halo expanded towards them. Kesot felt a warm, comfortable sensation brushing his face and the stinging pain in his legs faded away. Not only that, but his injuries were also recovering slowly.

Battle Angel…!

Kesot scrambled to his feet and revealed a delighted, hopeful smile. But his expression stiffened almost immediately after.

Battle Angel…