The wings on Hamiel’s back were no longer bony, black, and grotesque—they were now pure white and angelic. In a sentence, they were the wings of an angel.

“Are those angelic wings?!” Gi-Gyu said in shock. He hadn’t been told about this change, so he studied Hamiel carefully.

“You’re still Diablo, so how…?” Gi-Gyu wondered. How could Diablo, a fallen angel’s final form, have a set of wings so pure? Gi-Gyu looked back and forth between Hamiel and Michael with confusion and interest.

Michael replied, “This is Hamiel’s power.”

“I was testing my abilities when I learned about this one, Grandmaster,” Hamiel explained shyly. Suddenly, Hamiel's white feathers fell, and his wings began changing shape. His hands and feet started changing shape too.

“...!” Gi-Gyu stared in awe, realizing Hamiel was returning to the form he had shown inside the Colosseum. This was the powerful Diablo Gi-Gyu remembered.

“See?! Isn’t it amazing?” Michael bragged as if this...