Entering Apocalypse in Easy-Mode
Chapter 361: Crazy Situation

Chapter 361: Crazy Situation

The room fell silent after Gabriel’s words, but the silence only lasted for a moment. The other Archangels didn’t even have time to finish their thoughts before Uriel’s sharp voice rang out again.

"First, I’ve already isolated the fragments. They’re still within my domain, and they should remain here."

Michael narrowed his eyes at her, though his expression remained unreadable. He couldn’t afford to let his disguise be compromised now.

"How certain are you that this vision was caused by the fragment? Have you identified the rune inscribed on it?" Michael asked.

Uriel met his gaze. "I’m absolutely certain. All of this happened the moment those fragments emerged from the Black Wall."

"That’s exactly why you shouldn’t have acted so recklessly back then," Raguel said.

Uriel immediately turned to him, her teeth clenched, fists tightening. "Are you blaming me now?" Her voice was a low growl.

Raguel sighed and averted his gaze. "Who else is there to blame in this situation? Azrael, Sariel, and I were all here—we had no knowledge of any plan to send scouts into the Black Wall. You made that decision on your own."

"That’s because the rest of you were cowards, too afraid to do anything!" Uriel slammed the table and rose from her seat, her face flushed with anger.

She was already anxious and fearful. She was angry at herself for the way things had turned out. And now, suddenly, Raguel was putting the blame on her again.

"Cowards?" Sariel scoffed. "Now you’re insulting us? Our decision was the right one. If we hadn’t done anything, this problem wouldn’t have spread this far. It would have remained contained within the Black Wall."

Uriel turned her sharp gaze on him. She wanted to snap back, to hurl words at him in retaliation. But her tongue felt heavy—she had nothing to say. She realized that, at this point, she truly was the one at fault.

Michael listened to their heated argument, feeling the corner of his mouth twitch. He wanted to laugh now.

It didn’t matter whether they contained the fragments or not, the influence of the Ancient One would inevitably spread. Uriel and Gabriel’s reckless actions had only accelerated the process.

But he kept his expression neutral, his face carefully composed with just the right amount of concern. The others were too caught up in their argument to notice the flicker of amusement in his eyes.

Uriel’s anger had reached its peak, her body trembling slightly as she glared at Sariel. Her frustration wasn’t just with them—it was with herself. She knew she had made a mistake, but she wasn’t ready to admit it.

Gabriel, who had been silent all this time, finally exhaled sharply.

"Enough," he said, his voice cutting through the tension. "Arguing about what has already happened won’t change anything. The fragments are here now, and the influence of the thing is already taking root."

His words forced a momentary silence upon the room. Even Uriel, still seething, hesitated.

Michael took this opportunity to step forward, tilting his head slightly as if deep in thought.

"Gabriel is right," he said, his tone even. "What’s done is done. The real question is what are we going to do next?"

The weight of his words settled over them. No one answered immediately.

Uriel crossed her arms, her jaw tightening. Sariel and Raguel exchanged uneasy glances. Even Gabriel looked uncertain.

Michael hid his satisfaction well. Let them argue, let them hesitate. The longer they remained divided, the more time he had to maneuver.

Michael could feel it here — the presence of the Ancient One seeping into this domain.

It was in the air, clinging to the very essence of the place. It coated the warriors, the towering walls, the grass, and the delicate flowers that swayed in the artificial breeze.

At a glance, everything seemed unchanged and normal. But it was nothing but an illusion. Beneath the surface something was shifting. Corrupting this place. The change was subtle and insidious, like a whisper at the back of the mind that refused to be ignored.

Then, suddenly something happened.

A loud echoing boom shattered the tense silence, followed by the unmistakable clash of metal against metal.

The sounds of battle.

The Archangels snapped to attention. Without hesitation, they rushed outside.

What greeted them was chaos. A portion of Uriel’s warriors had turned on their own, their faces contorted with something far beyond mere rage.

They launched flames at their comrades, their weapons colliding in vicious strikes. Some fought with blades, others with magic, their wings slicing through the smoke-filled air.

The battle spread like wildfire, small skirmishes breaking out among the ranks.

Michael narrowed his eyes. It was happening faster than he expected. The Ancient One’s influence had already taken root. And now, it was forcing its way to the surface.

Uriel stood frozen, shock and dread crashing over her. Her hands trembled at her sides, her wide eyes darting between the warriors locked in battle.

She couldn’t understand it. Her own soldiers tearing each other apart as if they had forgotten who they were. As if they had forgotten her and that they lived inside her domain.

Then, rage surged through her veins, burning away the paralyzing fear. A sharp breath filled her lungs as she forced her body to move, reclaiming control.

With a powerful beat of her wings, she soared high into the sky, golden light trailing in her wake.

As she unfurled them fully, heat radiated outward in a scorching wave, igniting the grass and withering the plants beneath her, even though she was high above.

"STOP IT NOW!" she roared, her voice thundering across the battlefield, echoing with the weight of her divine authority.

She expected them to falter and immediately cease their senseless fighting and bow their heads as they always had.

But they didn’t.

The clashing of swords continued, flames still surged through the air, and the corrupted warriors fought with unrelenting fury. They didn’t even hear her.

Uriel’s chest tightened. A sharp, stinging pain twisted inside her. Its not from battle but from something far worse.

"They’re not obeying me."

Her own soldiers, her own army, no longer heeded her voice.

That realization made her fury burn even hotter.

The other Archangels stood frozen, shock and confusion written across their faces. Never before had their warriors ignored them—never had they fought without command or reason. This was unnatural. Wrong.

Gabriel’s holographic form flickered beside them, his usually serene expression now clouded with deep concern. But his worry wasn’t just for the situation—it was for Uriel.

He knew how much her army meant to her, how their unwavering obedience was the foundation of her pride and authority. And now, watching them disregard her, he could only imagine the storm of emotions raging inside her.

Meanwhile, Michael struggled to suppress his amusement. The sight of Uriel, floating there with fury crackling around her, yet utterly ignored, was almost too much.

His lips twitched, his face tightening as he fought against the urge to laugh. It was hilarious.

But he held it in. Barely. For now.

Raguel and Sariel exchanged uneasy glances, their thoughts mirroring each other.

This was madness. A pure and such an unrelenting insanity.

If Uriel’s warriors had succumbed to whatever this was, then what about their own domains? The thought sent a chill through them.

"We need to leave," Sariel said, his voice grim. "We have to check on our own domain before it’s too late."

Raguel gave a firm nod. "You’re right. Staying here won’t change anything. If we intervene, we don’t know what effect this corruption will have on us."

For once, no one refuted the idea. There was no argument, no alternative. Whatever was happening they couldn’t risk being caught in it.

Without another word, Raguel and Sariel took to the skies, their forms vanishing beyond the horizon in streaks of light without saying another words.

That left only Michael and Gabriel’s flickering holographic projection.

"I need to go back as well," Michael said, his tone casual despite the chaos unfolding around them. Then he turned his sharp gaze to Gabriel. "You should leave too. Go from the Far North and return to your domain. You can’t just stay here. You can see the situation with yoyr own eyes now."

Gabriel hesitated. His eyes moving to Uriel who was still strugglingg and still trying to regain control over her own forces. What if something happened to her? What if things spiraled even further?

But Michael was right. Staying wouldn’t change anything.

"...Alright," Gabriel finally said. His projection flickered one last time before vanishing completely.

And then, Michael was alone.

Michael watching Uriel hover in the sky, wreathed in flames. Now that the others were gone, he allowed himself a small chuckle.

The scene before him was both fascinating and pitiful.

Then, he saw it.

Uriel unsheathed her flaming sword, the blade igniting with a fierce, golden blaze.

Without hesitation, she launched herself toward the clashing soldiers below, her wings slicing through the air like a comet descending upon the battlefield.

Michael tilted his head, a smirk playing at his lips. "Is she about to kill them?"

The idea amused him. Would she strike down her own warriors in blind rage?

Either way, Michael decided he might stay a little longer. This was getting interesting.

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