Lucian stood calmly upon the incandescent surface of a star, the searing heat and cosmic radiation around him meaning nothing to his composed figure. He felt no need to rush toward any enemy; after all, why should he move toward them when they could so easily rush toward him?
A small, almost serene smile rested on his lips as he faced an eleven-winged Angel towering in golden radiance before him. Before this moment, he had effortlessly wiped out hundreds of ten-winged Angels. Although ten-winged Angels were undoubtedly planetary-level entities, feared and revered across the Divinora Galaxy, Lucian Darkheart regarded them as nothing more than ants beneath his feet, insignificant and unremarkable in every sense.
