A God vs An Angel I

The remaining elves, witnessing the brutal efficiency with which Michael dispatched their comrade, stumbled back. Their faces were pale and their eyes were wide with a dawning horror.

"By the Light…," one of them whispered, his voice trembling with disbelief. "He… he just…"

"Monster!" another hissed, his hand tightening around the hilt of his sword. "He is a fucking monster!"

"Get him!" a third roared, his voice filled with a righteous fury that masked his fear. "For lord Aelrindel!"

However, before they could react, before they could muster their courage and charge, Gaya moved. She tapped the chain around her neck, the metal cold against her skin. And then she was gone. Not gone gone, but invisible. Her armor, a masterpiece of enchantment and craftsmanship, shimmered for a moment, its surface reflecting the dim light of the room, before fading into nothingness.