The murmurs grew louder among the angels. Metatron's defeat was a blow they could not easily process.
“How is this possible?” said an angel, incredulous. “Metatron… the strongest among us.”
“This can’t be happening!” another exclaimed, clearly frustrated. “There’s no way a demon could have done this!”
“What does this mean for us?” a third whispered, visibly worried. “If Metatron can fall, what hope do we have against them?”
Zadquiel, arms crossed, watched the scene with narrowed eyes, as if trying to find some logical explanation.
“This is… unimaginable. Metatron, our strongest warrior, defeated by that boy.”
Jophiel, who normally maintained a calm demeanor, had a surprised expression on his face.
“I never thought I would see something like this. That demon is not like the others.”
Raguel, his expression more thoughtful, added,
“Theo Lancaster… he doesn’t just have power. He has strategy. That’s what makes him so dangerous.”