Departure

Zatiel showed a large smile toward Ezequiel before looking at his body and shaking his head.

"Ahhh, you two, I understand why you went to battle, but could you not be a little more careful? Had I been in a different place, I would have found it hard to stabilize my wounds."

Ezequiel stared at the pit where the body had fallen. Everything in a radius of several billion kilometers had degraded into gray sand. 

Zatiel Daybreak would not have sacrificed an innocent plane for his gain, but he did not have such reservations regarding the Second Circle of Hell.

Ezequiel focused on the bloody hole in Zatiel's stomach and grew embarrassed. During the battle with Venganza, he did not contain at all, and every one of his attacks was full of killing intent.

"Hahaha." Zatiel laughed as he saw Ezequiel's expression. He did not mind his wounds since, despite their gory look, none threatened his foundation and would heal given enough time.