721. Archangel Part Four

721. Archangel Part Four

It was the Spirit Lord.

As a child, Edithe had always been curious about him. There were plenty of tales— fables and stories about the Immortal King Alexander’s journey to meet with the Spirit Lord. However, other than that, there was never any story that focused on the Spirit Lord himself.

There were the occasional writings in the temples about how the Spirit Lord united the Spirit Plane. But that was it. There was nothing about the Spirit Lord’s description or name or abilities.

So Edithe was only left with unanswered questions.

Until now.

Her entire being trembled as her gaze was fixed on the seemingly Human-looking man standing there right before the crater. Despite the tempest of corruption swirling around him, he remained calm, with a small smile on his face.

But it wasn’t a smile out of happiness or arrogance or any other emotion. It was like his lips naturally formed a hint of a smirk even with a neutral expression.

He looked young. Like he was Daniel’s age. And while he wasn’t handsome, he wasn’t ugly either. But most importantly, he looked nothing like what Edithe thought he could’ve looked like. She thought he could’ve been a giant, or maybe a being made entirely out of mana— more similar to the Archangel.

And yet, it didn’t matter what she thought.

Here he was.

The Spirit Lord.

Or Soli, as the Archangel called him.

All the gathered [Ophanims] bowed towards him, while both Willy and Druma backed away in reverence. The Archangel landed across from him as he casually strode forward, ignoring the Corrupted Heavenspace that was rising from the ground behind him.

The Archangel smiled savagely as it spread its arms wide.

“So we finally meet, you self-proclaimed lord of all Spirits! I never thought you’d ever show yourself to me. I always thought you were too scared, sending your annoying [Seraphims] to dispose of me. But finally— here you are!”

Edithe watched as the Archangel licked its lips and produced a giant hammer made out of the iridescent aura wisping off him. Soli ame to a halt right before the Archangel, before slowly opening his mouth.

“Iudex—”

The Spirit Lord started. And the Corrupted Heavenspace slammed its tendril down at him, cutting him off. Edithe blinked, taken aback by this.

The Archangel’s eyes flickered. Willy and Druma paused. And Centina just raised a brow.

“Was that supposed to happen?”

The [Evolved Centinel] asked. And the Corrupted Heavenspace screeched as it flew into the air, pulling its tendrils back. But before it could fly any further, a barrage of beams rained down upon it from the [Ophanims] in the air, obliterating it completely.

Edithe looked up, watching as the [Ophanims] bore down on the corruption once more. And when she looked back at where the Spirit Lord had been standing—

He was still standing there, completely unscathed.

A translucent blue sphere protected him. A simple-looking barrier. But it was more than enough to withstand the Corrupted Heavenspace’s attack.

So he ignored it. He didn’t even glance back. His gaze was still fixed on the Archangel the entire time. He left the [Ophanims] to deal with the corruption.

“Iudex.”

The Spirit Lord spoke simply as he placed his hands behind his back in parade rest.

“I have ignored your trail of destruction for centuries, giving you a chance to give up your ways and see the light. But today, you have killed my creations. And for that, you will pay.”

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“So killing these things was enough to draw you out? I should’ve targeted them sooner, honestly.”

The Archangel chuckled as it strode forward, twirling the massive hammer over its head. In return, the Spirit Lord shook his head.

“Unfortunately, while I would have loved to personally attend to your demise, I have other far more pressing matters to attend to.”

And that made the Archangel pause.

“Wait—”

It raised its head, its eyes growing wide as it stared at the Spirit Lord. Edithe frowned, not seeing what the Archangel was seeing.

“You…”

The Archangel started as its gaze darkened. Its breathing quickened and its voice grew deep.

“You dare mock me?”

It bellowed, shaking the landscape. Edithe shrank back at that.

“You dare challenge me with this… this… this sham?”