MIGHT AS WELL BE OP Chapter 880: Respect
Previously on MIGHT AS WELL BE OP...
The assembly of Angels stretched on for hours as each member meticulously calculated their own strategies, preparing for every possible scenario should they encounter the figures shown in the Twelfth Halo’s recordings. They analyzed potential offensive patterns and formulated counter-maneuvers, fully aware that a violent confrontation was inevitable. In their eyes, thorough preparation was not just a suggestion; it was a fundamental necessity.
"So, what is our next move?" the Sixth Halo questioned once the Twelfth Halo had finished presenting her gathered intelligence.
"We wait for HIS decree. No action can be taken without HIS direct command; ultimately, our very existence and our deeds are for HIM and HIM alone," the First Halo declared. His expression remained perfectly composed, radiating a sense of absolute certainty.
Several Angels nodded their heads in silent agreement, understanding that acting without a divine mandate could lead to a total disaster.
"However, is this not the perfect moment to strike?" the Second Halo interjected. "The Arcanis Galaxy is surely drowning in chaos right now. Even if they claimed a victory, it must have been a pyrrhic one, leaving them as devastated as we were. I suggest we take advantage of this weakness and launch an all-out assault," he argued, his tone calm but filled with conviction.
A heavy silence filled the hall as the Angels contemplated his logic. At that moment, the Second Halo's reasoning seemed undeniably sharp. From a strategic standpoint, there would likely never be a better time to act.
"I will attempt to seek HIS counsel on this matter. If HE remains silent, we shall put the proposal to a vote," the First Halo suggested. Though he spoke it as a mere suggestion, the assembly accepted it immediately with solemn nods.
"We must keep in mind," the Eighth Halo added, "that no other Tears in reality currently connect us to the Arcanis Galaxy. One was manifested by HIM as a lesson, while we forced the other two open through our own labor. I don't need to remind you of the staggering amount of power, energy, and Faith Stones required to bridge such a gap." His warning was grim, reminding them that even if they voted to invade, they currently lacked the independent means to reach the Arcanis Galaxy.
None of them possessed the unique talent of Aura Nova, whose Omniedit ability allowed her to effortlessly tear through reality at will, bypassing the limitations that shackled the rest of them.
"I will still petition HIM for aid regarding this," the First Halo confirmed, noting he would include it in his daily prayers. The other Angels nodded once more, well aware that connecting two Galaxies was a monumental task that required divine intervention.
"Does anyone else have something to contribute?" the First Halo asked. A wave of silent head-shakes followed, indicating that every relevant topic had been covered. They now only awaited their God's response, certain that they would be ready under HIS guidance.
"Then, I officially conclude this meeti—" Before the First Halo could finish his sentence, a violent torrent of Faith energy erupted from the golden heavens. A massive pillar of shimmering brilliance crashed into the grand hall with breathtaking force.
No one spoke. No one whispered. Every Angel within the Hidden Dimension of Haven immediately fell to their knees in a gesture of absolute submission. They all understood the weight of this event instinctively.
Their God, HIM, had manifested HIS presence throughout Haven, bathing the entire realm of the Angels in light.
While the divine radiance touched every corner of Haven, HIS voice echoed only within the hall where the Twelve Winged Angels were gathered. Even while prostrate, none dared to look up at the blinding source of the light.
From within the radiant pillar, a voice filled with ancient wisdom, compassion, and transcendence resonated through the chamber.
"My children, I have witnessed your struggles, your sacrifices, your absolute devotion, and your carefully laid plans. I have heard your faith, and I am here to provide the answer," HE announced, HIS voice vibrating with a serene yet terrifying authority.
"In three days, I shall tear open a path into the Arcanis Galaxy. Use this time to prepare all things and all beings," HE commanded. "Furthermore, during this window, anyone who delivers the head of this man to me shall be raised up. They shall become the first Thirteenth Winged Angel in the entire history of the Divinora Galaxy." With that final decree, the pillar of light retracted, vanishing as if it had never been there at all.
For a long time, the Angels remained on their knees, processing the weight of the divine message. Slowly, they began to stand, their hearts filled with the pure ecstasy of having felt the presence of their God. Even those outside the hall who had not heard the words felt a deep, spiritual reassurance that surpassed human language.
Inside the hall, the Twelve Winged Angels were a whirlwind of emotion, feeling both confusion and intense elation. They were overjoyed by the divine approval and the prospect of a new level of power—an ascension beyond anything previously known to the inhabitants of the Divinora Galaxy.
However, a flicker of doubt remained. Their God had burned a specific image into their minds: the face of the man HE wanted dead. They wondered why their God would demand the life of this particular person. What made him worth such divine attention?
The target was none other than Null Michael.
Their God held a singular, profound respect for the Sword Origin, Khaerion U’zaemar D’kazuriel. Of all the Angels, only the Sword Origin had earned HIS genuine admiration due to his absolute mastery and his unwavering pursuit of the perfect blade. And yet, this Null Michael had been the one to kill such a legend.
While their God had the power to snuff out Michael’s life personally, HE chose not to. To HIM, Michael was a trivial existence, far too insignificant to require HIS direct hand.
If the Angels of Haven, or the people of the Divinora Galaxy, ever realized that their God actually respected an individual, Khaerion U’zaemar D’kazuriel would have been elevated to a status of worship and prestige beyond anything in recorded history.