"Where is the Demon King's chamber?" Alex asked calmly, his voice echoing in the ruined corridor.
Around him, twelve glowing swords, [Celestial Judgment], hovered in a slow orbit, their tips crackling with divine energy.
Each blade hummed faintly, sensing the battle still raging in the distance.
One of the surviving angels, likely a high-ranking officer judging by the polished armor and insignia on his shoulder, glanced up at the floors above.
"Likely the top level. But His Majesty, he's already engaging him!"
"Volks is fighting the [Demon King]?" Alex muttered with a faint groan, clearly displeased.
"Tch. Fine, I'll handle it."
He didn't wait for further directions.
His golden and crimson wings extended wide, light surging through them in a single violent pulse.
BOOM!
In the blink of an eye, he launched upward, tearing through the ceiling.
Each wingbeat shook the fortress.
Marble and steel crumbled like paper as he punched through one floor after another.
