Entering Apocalypse in Easy-Mode
Chapter 299: Friction

Chapter 299: Friction

Uriel was infamous for her brass personality and fiery temper, just like a living embodiment of sacred fire. She exuded an aura of raw destructive energy that mirrored her volatile temperament and power.

Like a raging inferno, her emotions burned bright and uncontrollable, fueling her preference for direct confrontation no matter the cost.

Strategy and caution often took a backseat of her mind rather than her impulsive need to act even if it meant putting herself or her troops in unnecessary danger.

Yet, what set Uriel apart was her sheer power — a force so overwhelming that it often silenced those who might have questioned her methods.

Her words carried weight, not because of diplomacy but because everyone knew she could back them up with devastating might.

The Celestial sector cam was already tense but Uriel’s fiery outburst poured fuel on the simmering embers. Her words sparked outrage among the gathered warriors and leaders of the gods and godesses.

The other Celestials who overheard her declarations sneered and cursed, their scorn rippling through the encampment like a growing storm.

Some laughed bitterly and mocking her recklessness while others shouted angry retorts, their voices filled with contempt.

Waves of magic energy crackled in the air as their tempers flared — blinding flashes of gold, silver, and white sparking off the warriors who stepped forward, their magic surging like a tide that barely restrained.

The tension was palpable, threatening to boil over into violence at any moment.

Gabriel who was standing at Uriel’s side felt a knot of anxiety twist in his chest. His golden eyes darted between the increasingly agitated Celestials with their glowing weapons and body now drawn in open display of their frustration.

The situation was spiraling out of control, and Uriel’s incendiary words had only added fuel to the fire.

Half of Gabriel’s mind was focused on diffusing the crisis, but the other half burned with frustration at Uriel.

Why couldn’t she keep her temper in check? he thought bitterly. He knew she was strong, but her lack of restraint was a constant source of conflict and today, it threatened to turn their already-precarious unity into chaos.

Taking a deep breath, Gabriel raised a hand to calm the crowd. But even as he opened his mouth to speak he wasn’t sure if his words would be enough to contain the growing storm.

Artemis who was standing closest to Uriel could only glare at her in exasperation, her teeth clenched tightly. Her frustration was palpable as she snapped her head back in annoyance and muttering a barely restrained curse under her breath.

To Artemis, Uriel’s stubbornness and ego were infuriating. She couldn’t comprehend why someone so powerful, someone who was supposed to understand the gravity of their situation, continued to act so recklessly.

"Why can’t she wait?" Artemis thought bitterly, her fists tightening at her sides. Just because Uriel thought she needed to act immediately she was ignoring every bad omen about the Black Wall as a mystery so ominous that even the most battle-hardened among them hesitated to approach it.

This wasn’t something to rush into. The wall wasn’t just a curiosity, it was a threat that could unleash horrors beyond imagining. And if something terrible emerged because of Uriel’s impulsiveness it wouldn’t just be her problem — it would fall on all of them. Celestials, Demons, and every being tied to this problem would pay the price.

Artemis finally turned to Uriel, her voice dripping with barely contained fury. "Is that what you think? That we’re cowards?" Her face twisted into a mocking grin of anger, her green eyes blazing. "Fine. If you think you’re so brave, then tell me, when something comes out of that wall, will you face it alone? Will you actually stand in front of whatever emerge with no one to shield you?"

Uriel’s lips curled into a smirk, her fiery aura flaring faintly in response. Her golden hair glimmered like flames as her eyes narrowed and meeting Artemis’s challenge without a shred of hesitation.

"Of course," she said coldly. "I’m not afraid of anything. I’ll take whatever comes out of that wall myself!"

Artemis snorted in disdain, shaking her head. "Good," she spat.

Without another word, she turned and flew off toward her camp, her frustration trailing behind her like a bitter wind.

The other Celestials who had been watching the exchange murmured amongst themselves, their eyes filled with contempt as they glanced at Uriel. Many cursed her under their breath, their patience with her recklessness stretched thin.

Gabriel remained rooted in place, his anxiety only deepening as the tension thickened.

He could see it in their eyes and hear it in their voices — this wasn’t just frustration anymore.

The Celestials were on the verge of turning on them the Angels, and Uriel’s brashness had become the spark that threatened to ignite that war.

Taking a step forward, Gabriel tried to catch Uriel’s attention.

"Uriel," he began softly, "do you understand what you’re doing? The cracks are forming and if you keep pushing, you’ll be the one to shatter this alliance. You should’ve let me speak."

Uriel barely acknowledged him, her expression was hard as she kept her gaze fixed on the Black Wall in the distance.

Gabriel clenched his fists, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on him.

The unity between the Celestials and their allies was already tenuous and now he could see it like a thread pulled too tight and ready to snap at any moment.

This would explode into open hostilities and whatever hope they had of standing together against the threat of the Black Wall would be lost.

Gabriel let out a heavy sigh. He needed to find a way to keep the peace. Maybe sharing the information with them will ease their anger.

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Meanwhile, Archangel Michael just entered his private chamber, the heavy golden doors closing behind him with a quiet thud.

The room was immaculate, a reflection of celestial perfection. Its gleaming white marble floors, walls inscribed with sacred texts, and an otherworldly light that seemed to emanate from nowhere and everywhere at once.

Yet the serene appearance was a facade, concealing the forbidden knowledge Michael harbored within these walls.

Standing in the center of the room, Michael extended a hand and murmured an incantation, his voice a low and sounded like melodic hum laced with an undertone of strange power.

The marble floor beneath him began to ripple unnaturally, like liquid stirred by an unseen hand. Cracks formed and spreading outward, and from these fissures shards of black glass erupted.

The pristine floor was quickly marred by the sinister appearance of the shards, each fragment jagged and broken as though torn from the remains of a shattered mirror.

Michael’s eyes gleamed with a strange light as he whispered another incantation. The shards trembled with a dark energ before they began to rise into the air, suspended by an invisible force.

Slowly, they drew together then colliding with hollow crystalline echoes until they formed a single seamless black mirror.

The surface was smooth and polished, but it gave no reflection. Instead, it exuded an ominous presence and radiating a cold air that made the air in the chamber feel heavier.

Michael stepped closer and murmured yet another command. The mirror rippled like water disturbed by a drop of ink. Its surface twisting and shifting until an image began to form.

What unfolded before him was not a reflection of his own image, but a vision of another realm. A vast desolate expanse of black sand and ash.

A pale gray fog hung low over the ground swirling lazily obscuring the horizon and giving the scene suffocating stillness.

In the distance, three figures trudged side by side across the barren landscape.

The scouts who had been sent to investigate the Black Wall wore expressions of confusion and fear and they also already drawing their weapons.

Their heads turned constantly as if they were searching for something or perhaps trying to make sense of the strange terrain.

The weight of the unnatural scene seemed to press down on them making movements slow and cautious and every step filled with hesitation.

Michael’s lips curled into a grin that did not reach his cold calculating eyes. He watched them for a moment longer. Then without a word, he stepped forward and his hand reaching out to touch the black mirror.

As his fingers made contact, the surface rippled once more and he stepped through. The black mirror swallowing his form entirely.

The air within his chamber stilled, the shards of the broken floor now floating dormant for the moment.

On the other side of the mirror, the fog shifted and swirled as Michael emerged, his boots sinking slightly into the black sand.

The air here was heavy and the only sound was the faint crunch of ash beneath his feet.

His golden armor gleamed and a stark contrast to the bleak surroundings.

The scouts froze when they noticed him, their confusion quickly morphing into alarm. Michael’s grin widened, his gaze fixed on them as if he were appraising a set of pawns on a chessboard.

"Welcome," he said, his voice carrying an unsettling edge that reverberated through the unnatural silence. Then he began to walk toward them.

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