Luke and the cultists that had been hiding underground could feel the ceiling shaking. They had no idea what was happening, and they didn't want to know either because if they showed even their noses, Satan and the Fallen Watchers could see them.
"Harot, can you feel anything?" Luke asked as he looked at Harot, sitting in the corner against the wall.
"Anything? I feel everything. I feel immense Mana, I feel immense demonic energy, I feel immense divine energy, I feel Satan's energy, and I also feel God's presence here..." Harot answered, his eyes filled with anxiety and fear. "What's happening out there, this reminds me of that time..." He muttered to himself, remembering the day of rebellion where Lucifer and the princes of hell went against God.
"It's that bad?" Luke asked with a serious expression.
