Two hours later, Arad stood in front of a large, dark staircase that led to the depths of the earth. Looking down, he could feel the corrupted divine magic pulsing and convulsing deep inside. The god inside never stopped trying to escape, and the barrier was the only thing keeping his violent powers from ripping the whole kingdom apart.
Doma was behind Arad, looking at the stairs with a passive face. Gabriel, on the other hand, was sweating buckets, and the guards escorting them were on the verge of throwing up from the sheer pressure.
"Arad." Zariel could barely speak. "Are you sure about this? That thing isn't something we should even think about fighting."
"One day he'll escape, and that would be the end of the mortal world, not just your kingdom." Arad looked back at her, "He is a threat to my kingdom as well, and I'll erase him before he harms anyone."
