A Fake Angel

A huge crack had appeared on the side of the dome. Water was now gushing in at an incredible speed. But before it increased to a large amount, another dome covered the damaged area.

The angel was not moving from its spot, but the man had no interest in waiting for it to get up again. The water that had entered the city started to flow towards him.

Apparently, he also had the ability to control water.

The water now was moving as if it were alive. It was moving like a serpent, waiting for its master to decide when to attack.

He still had a little bit of lightning left, which he decided to only use for movement.

He dropped from the ice pillar and started to move towards the fallen angel.

Two swords of iron sprang forth from the ground. He took them, and in an instant, he was on top of the angel.

He stabbed it with both swords, piercing both of its lungs. Two more sprang up from the ground, one for its face and the other one where its reproductive organ is located.