As the dust settled from Remiel's defeat, the expressions of the angels in the stands reflected the magnitude of what had happened. Sariel , his face twisted in despair, held a hand to his forehead, gritting his teeth. His eyes, filled with frustration, followed the figure of his fallen comrade as he muttered:
—It can't be... Remiel was defeated!
Chamuel , though visibly surprised, kept his composure. He looked out at the battlefield, where Zagan was raising his sword in triumph, and commented in a calm voice:
—There is no doubt that this demon possesses exceptional mastery over his ability.
Miguel, with his arms crossed and his brow slightly furrowed, let out a soft sigh before adding:
—That demon is not only skilled... he is unpredictable. His style is so relaxed that it seems like he is playing, but his strategy is calculated to the millimeter. We will have to analyze his technique.
Sariel , unable to contain his frustration, replied: