'This can't be happening!' Zaphiel's mind was distraught.
Still reeling in shock, he struggled to focus on his clash against Apollyon, who had finally joined the battle.
It felt like only a minute had passed since he confidently believed that victory was in his hands, assisted by three Demigods and over a dozen Celestial-Ranked Infernals.
Not to mention the massive Infernal Army that had come to help him conquer the world of Solterra.
It should've been an unbeatable lineup. They were so powerful that all the other Celestials and Fiends cooperating together, even with powers unleashed, would've struggled to resist them.
Zaphiel wondered if he was merely trapped in an illusion. How could three Demigods, a couple Celestial-Ranked Infernals, and countless members of infernal armies perish so quickly? It wasn't realistic.
