Cyreth took slow and deliberate steps on the sand. He watched as the immortal Demon King was desperately trying to crawl out of the burnt hole on the ground.
The day was almost over. Several hours had passed and the sun had already disappeared, replaced by the moon, the stars, and one red orb in the sky.
Angelus pulled himself out of the crevice and then tiredly stood up. He looked at Cyreth with such hateful eyes that even Dhein felt it.
Still, the fallen god confidently walked forward and approached the Demon King. And after the completely one-sided beat down, Angelus realized that he had no chances of winning against Cyreth. The difference between an angel and a god was just too immense.
Once again, Angelus evolved into a new form. He already knew what Cyreth was planning the moment he saw the artificial star in the sky. Cyreth wanted to hoist him up there, a place far enough from earth and with a strong enough gravitational pull to keep Angelus from leaving.
