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The greatsword on Saint Michael’s hands dropped onto the ground as his fire wings faded. Michael stood tall about thirty feet away in front of Arthur while being surrounded by more than twenty Phantom Shades. Michael noticed Arthur gave the command for the Phantom Shades not to attack, he smirked and asked, “Didn’t you want to kill me? Now it's your chance.”

Arthur nodded and said, “I have set the rules to forbid flying and using abilities. Yet you have somehow overridden it. I wanted to know what you have done earlier to have a pair of flame wings on your back and how you can create flame strikes without using your abilities. Was it because you can use magic?”

“I told you before that I can’t use magic and it wasn’t a lie. My survival instinct kicked in, forcing the silent inner rage within me to be released which temporarily boosted my physical capacities to the maximum for a short period of time.”