Meanwhile, as the gaze and aura of Kaldan, Henry, and the others converged on Owen, the figures of several Fallen Angels gathered behind him like black mist, shielding him from their sharp, knife-like aura.
These Fallen Angels could clearly sense the strength of Kaldan and his group, as well as their disdain and murderous intent toward Owen.
In the past, they would have gladly watched this unfold.
However, now that Owen had obtained the Holy Token of their angel race, bestowed by Oya, even if they didn't want to admit it, Owen was considered one of their own in the Fallen Angel race.
Additionally, Owen's contract spellbeast, Seraphina, was of vital importance to their race, so from that perspective, they all hoped Owen would survive.
"You really are a trouble magnet, making enemies wherever you go," one of the nine Fallen Angels quipped, then turned their focus to Kaldan with a serious expression.
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