“It will be soon.” 

Asgard—the normally solemn heaven was, in a rare occurrence, crowded. It was the aftermath of Judar summoning the gods. 

The God of Wisdom had been keeping an eye on the situation in hell. His eyes, which had been indifferent for many years, shone just as brightly as described by the myths of the distant past. 

Dominion and the other chief gods also focused on the situation. 

Hell was purified by Grid. Some of the beings to be liberated today were coveted talents from Asgard’s perspective. It was necessary to snatch their souls before they could cross the river of reincarnation. 

“Now.” It happened the moment Judar gave the signal... 

The 1st ranked Archangel, Raphael, formed branches out of light and wove a string. It was a string with a sharp needle at the end. 

“You must not fail.” 

A sight that one couldn’t imagine normally—Raphael, who was known for their disdain of the gods, replied in a very polite manner, “Yes.” 

Of course, Raphael was bound to be humble in front of Dominion and Judar, but it was excessive today. The reason was simple: a bruised face that couldn’t be healed immediately even with the power of light. 

Until they were rescued— 

The 1st ranked Archangel had been imprisoned in the ‘Prison of Eternity’ until then and...