Michael stood in silence. His eyes fixed on Asqa's broken form sprawled before him.
Her body was still, unmoving, pierced by the weapons and scorched by holy fire. Smoke rose from her wounds, the ground beneath her soaked in blood and ash.
Behind her, Zeus, Hades, and Uriel hovered like shadows of judgment.
Michael clenched his jaw. He knew the truth that this wasn't a victory yet. This was a sentence that they all now shared because Clyde will come after them.
"She's dead," he muttered. "We need to move. Now."
Zeus turned without a word. He had no interest in lingering.
He had faced Asqa before, back when she was only half what she had become right now. Even then, she was dangerous.
But now that she was gone he had no more reason to stay. He rose into the air.
Hades followed, silent and grim. To him, Asqa had been a threat that needed erasing. Like the second priority after Clyde. With her gone, his task was half complete.
But Uriel didn't move.
