693 The Drums of the War.

"Raaaaaaaah!" A demon screamed as he was thrown through a window by a white-winged angel. A swarm of demons and angels fought in the streets of White Paradise, making the scene very gory and messy.

"Shit, shit, shit!" The demon rushed to his feet, but then a green arrow pierced through his skull and impaled him to the wall.

"?!" The demon's eyes swirled around like they were made of marbles. The poison seeped into his skull, made him lifeless, and soon killed him.

A green-robed man stopped next to the corpse. Darth looked at him silently and turned to his worn-out bow with a silent expression. His hand trembled until he decided to drop the bow. The bow thudded on the ground.

The circuits traveled across his skin, looking like purple worms slithering inside his flesh. He felt like he could destroy everything with a snap of his fingers. This was a power level beyond his understanding.