Chapter 95: Michael

I struggle to open my eyes as he walks toward me and finally manage a peak. He's with someone, but my vision is blurry and full of black spots. I know I'm on the verge of passing out when a rush of overwhelming calm passes through my body, and I relax, no longer fighting the pain. Dominic gently shifts me in his arms, lifting my head higher, and I manage a second look, panting for breath. To my relief, Samuel is safe, standing next to someone who reaches out for my hand. Then it hits me. I've felt the ease of his glorious presence before. My eyes slowly draw up to a bright yellow aura and black wings majestically glistening in the light.

The Archangel Michael.

"Warrior," the Archangel calls out, his tone soft yet stern. Dominic finally looks up, pulling his attention from me. "You will have to release the Queen," The Archangel instructs.