"You tried to use my sword, that was a very bad idea," Silva said. He placed his sword on the back of the golden celestial and spoke.
"How are you weaker than the demon lord? Something isn't adding up, and I would really love for you to tell me what it is.
Or would you like for me to kill every celestial here?" Silva asked.
The golden celestial knew that he had been defeated. There was seemingly no way that he could defeat Silva, but he was not going to let it end like that.
"I'd rather die than tell you what you want. Some things are more terrifying than death," he said and suddenly was wreathed in a golden flame. The force of the flames threw Silva back. He used his wings to fly and stop himself from going backward.
He looked at the golden celestial, who was now covered in burning golden flames. He felt the power of the golden celestial spike, rising exponentially as he stood there.
