For the Queen

Just as Death Spirit was about to summon the other Race Kings, a blinding purple lightning bolt shot into the sky, drawing the attention of everyone on the battlefield.

A holy light followed close behind, both striking the angel pseudo-gods.

Thunder and the Holy Church pseudo-god had arrived!

"The humans!" the Sea Race general exclaimed, relief washing over him, though his worry didn't completely disappear. The Angel race might have other hidden forces.

"Thunder is injured..." Death Spirit murmured, observing the two human pseudo-gods. Thunder had been fighting non-stop, his injuries accumulating. He couldn't have fully recovered in just a few days.

But Death Spirit saw a steely resolve in Thunder's eyes, mirrored in the Holy Church pseudo-god's gaze.

Perhaps, knowing the Angel race better than any other, they had anticipated this and positioned themselves on the Nytheria continent.