The eyes of every being present, were drawn skyward. Their eyes widened seeing a single figure, bathed in an ethereal golden light, descending with an otherworldly grace, the very atmosphere around him thrumming with raw, untamed power.
"Micky!!" Jennifer cried out.
"Partner!" Drakon's boomed.
"My Lord!"
Havoc, Shenras, Campe, and Charon chorused in unison.
A subtle, yet undeniably confident smile touched Michael's lips as he briefly acknowledged the group. Then, his gaze, sharp and unwavering, settled upon the formidable figures of Typhon and Lapetus, the architects of the chaos that had gripped the realms for far too long.
""Hmm... So, it is you two who have been the source of such widespread discord and destruction for so many centuries,"" Michael stated, his voice calm.
He landed with effortless grace before his assembled Commanders and blades, while Reaper and Destroyers landed behind him.
