Henry's order spread instantly. Powerful auras flared to life across the battlefield as figures began moving, some leaping from rooftops, others charging through the smoke and rubble, their killing intent locking onto Gabriel like predators sensing wounded prey.
Gabriel felt it immediately. The pressure closed in from every direction, and his smile faded as his eyes narrowed slightly.
"Ah, this is going to be tough," he muttered, more annoyed that he would have to fight in his current state rather than worried about losing his life.
Was it possible for him to die in this fight? Yes, highly likely, especially in his current condition. Was he scared that he might die? The answer was a resounding no. And lastly, did he believe that he would come out on top just like he always did? He did.
Gabriel tightened his grasp on his greatsword, his attention focused on the most powerful aura among the four approaching presences.
