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Uriel and Gabriel stood outside their own massive tent and behind their troops. They knew trying to barge in to Belial's tent would be futile. Their troops wont let them past and interrupted the Demon King unless they had to create a massive war here.

Gabriel crossed his arms, his golden armor glinting under the eerie dark sky and the light of thunder above. "Even if we demand answers, he won't tell us anything, right?" he muttered.

Uriel nodded, her gaze lingering on the sealed tent that located far away from them.

"We're Archangels. He's a Demon King. No matter the situation, that divide won't change." Her voice was calm, but the tension between them and Belial was undeniable. Their history was drenched in war and bloodshed. Walking into his domain and expecting cooperation was foolish.

Gabriel exhaled sharply. "So what do we do now?"