Not Eager

The storm raged on as Uriel and Gabriel rushed outside the tent.

Their troops had already fortified their position, forming defensive lines with shields raised and weapons drawn. 

Rain from the dark sky pelted their armor, but none wavered as they faced the encroaching enemy.

On the other side of the battlefield, the Demon army stood in disciplined ranks, their monstrous forms barely shifting despite the wind and rain. 

At their head, as always, was Zaradorn, General of Demon King Belial. His presence was unmistakable. He wearing the heavy jagged armor fused to his flesh, his burning crimson eyes scanning the field like a predator and the massive greatsword resting against his shoulder, still stained with old blood.

But it wasn't just the Demons watching them.

Behind the enemy lines, standing apart from both factions, were the Celestials clad in radiant aura yet distant and cold. Their auras flickered like mirages.