Entering Apocalypse in Easy-Mode
Chapter 302: Dissapointment

Chapter 302: Dissapointment

Aelarin’s breath came in ragged gasps as he moved back once again after failing to land attack at Michael for the dozen times. His twin daggers still gleaming with violet energy.

He had thrown everything he had at Michael. Every technique, strength, and speed. However, It made no difference in the Archangel’s presence.

Michael hadn’t moved from his spot.

Aelarin had struck at impossible angles, feinted, unleashed energy slashes meant to cut through the very air itself, yet Michael had repelled each one with effortless ease.

A flick of his hand, a simple step to the side. His countermeasures of Aelarin’s attack were neither aggressive nor desperate. They were dismissive.

Aelarin clenched his jaw, frustration boiling inside him. His instincts screamed at him that he can’t beat Michael. He already knew that.

Yet, he couldn’t just accept it. He couldn’t accept that now the Archangel wanted to betraying his own kind for some unknown sleeping creatures.

His gaze flickered toward Kassiel and Elsa who remained frozen in place and just watching from the beginning of the exchange. Their expressions were conflicted between fear mingling with uncertainty. They weren’t even preparing to fight.

"Why are you still standing there?!" Aelarin snapped. "Don’t you see what kind of situation we’re in right now? We have to do something together!"

Kassiel flinched at his words, his grip tightening around the hilt of his sword.

He knew Michael was in the wrong. This wasn’t the master he had sworn loyalty to. And yet... his body refused to move.

The weight of his time of service and the reverence he held for Michael shackled him in place. Even now, when he saw the truth.

"I..." Kassiel hesitated. "I don’t—"

"You don’t what?!" Aelarin spat. "You don’t want to fight him? You think I do?" His eyes burned with frustration. "Michael’s not giving us a choice! He had betrayed us and the Archangel. We must back to report this!"

Elsa remained silent, her fingers twitching as she gripped her shortsword. She wasn’t a fool. She had seen it with her own eyes that Michael wasn’t just strong. He was untouchable.

Aelarin had attacked with full force and Michael hadn’t even needed to retaliate. If he wanted them dead they would be dead by now. He just playing with them, or worse he have a plan for them.

Elsa swallowed. "We need another way."

Aelarin let out a sharp breath. He hated it, but she was right. They couldn’t win — not like this. Not by fighting him head-on.

Michael watched them in silence, his golden eyes look calm and unbothered, as if waiting for them to reach that exact conclusion.

"Are you finished?" Michael asked, almost amused.

Aelarin’s grip on his daggers tightened.

Michael watched them with that same unshaken expression, his golden eyes gleaming with something unreadable.

"Don’t worry," he said with a faint smile tugging at his lips. "You’re not wasting my time. Time flows differently in this place right now." He spread his arms slightly, as if gesturing to the very air around them. "We can play a little longer."

Kassiel’s hands trembled as he clutched his sword tighter. He feels frustration and sadness within him.

He had known Michael to be an unwavering pillar of strength and faith. A being who had once defied the Demons and all factions tried to attack Eden.

Yet here he stood, speaking as though he had already surrendered. As though nothing they did mattered anymore.

"Why?" Kassiel’s voice was laced with grief. "Why you become like this, my lord?"

Michael let out a slow sigh, as if he had expected the question.

"It’s hard to accept, I know," he said, his tone neither cruel nor mocking, just tired. "But this is the truth. We have no way of resisting the Ancient Ones. They are greater than us. Older than us. We, Celestials, Demons... our existence is nothing compared to theirs."

Kassiel felt something inside him break.

This was the one he had served his entire life. The Archangel who had stood above all others, a symbol of unwavering faith and strength. And now, he was admitting weakness.

Worse, he was submitting to something unknown, something beyond even the dominion of Heaven and Hell, that he didn’t even believe is stronger.

Kassiel clenched his teeth, rage flaring in his chest. This was not the Michael he had sworn his loyalty to. The Michael he believed in would have fought them, no matter the odds.

His wings flared open, white feathers so contrass of the darkness of the realm. The sharp sound of his sword being unsheathed echoed in the air.

"Then forgive me, my lord." His voice was steady, though pain lingered beneath the words. "I will not serve you again."

Without hesitation, he charged forward. His blade shining with divine energy.

Elsa gasped, her breath catching in her throat. For a moment, she stood frozen unable to believe what she was seeing.

Kassiel the one who had hesitated the most was now the first to act.

And he was charging at Michael.

Michael did not move. He merely watched.

Then, as Kassiel’s sword came down, a golden ripple spread through the air. The very fabric of reality seemed to twist—

And in an instant, Kassiel’s blade stopped.

Not because Michael blocked it. Not because he dodged.

It simply... ceased to move.

Kassiel’s eyes widened in horror. His arms were frozen and his wings locked in place. His entire body refused to obey him.

Michael looked at him with neither anger nor pity. Only understanding.

"You still don’t understand," Michael said softly. "You never had a choice."

Before Michael could say another word, Aelarin landed an attack.

Moving like a shadow, he had slipped behind the Archangel in the moment Kassiel charged. Silent, precise, and undetected.

His twin daggers that glowing with violet energy plunged into Michael’s back. The force of the strike should have torn through divine flesh, severing light and bone.

For the first time, Michael’s expression shifted. His body tensed ever so slightly.

Aelarin’s breath was steady, his grip unwavering. "You talk too much, traitor," he muttered.

But as he twisted the blades deeper, a golden pulse erupted from Michael’s body, sending Aelarin hurtling backward.

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