‘No... they aren’t flames.’ 

Metatron’s energy detection was extremely developed. It was how they could endure eternal years with their eyes, ears, and nose covered by six wings. They unintentionally trained their senses to the limit and it was like the power of an Absolute. 

“”It is... a sword.”” 

A strong presence was slowly eroding the dark vision of Metatron. A god with the energy of an Old Dragon. A god of the surface who held a sword in his hand that felt like flames. 

“Grid...!” 

Gabriel’s lament revealed the identity of the god. It was a very interesting event for Metatron, who had been cut off from the world a very long time ago when they were disqualified as a leader. 

“”You are afraid.”” 

The angels served Rebecca, the Goddess of Light. She was the greatest being in the entire world. Naturally, their reference point was very high. It was structurally impossible to feel any particular appreciation for someone other than Rebecca. Yet they were afraid? 

“”You were born from pure worship like Chiyou.””

As Metatron focused on Grid, Braham used magic and escaped from their grasp. He wrapped his terribly torn wrist with magic power to stop the bleeding. 

“I’m so...” 

Braham tried to apologize. Rather than achieving his purpose, he brought a new crisis to the surface. However, Grid was a bit faster. 

“I’m sorry.” 

“......?” 

“Every time I have fought alone,...