Bab 238: Million Dollar Question

'What the hell... What was that...?' 

Braun lay on the ground coughing and trying to catch his breath as he tried to process exactly what kind of attack he'd just been hit with. 

The only thing he saw was Abaddon's strange third eye glow before his body felt like it was hit by a truck and he was sent flying into the dirt. 

His armor's chest plate was cracked, and some places even showed some signs of being disintegrated.

'What filthy power... You surely must be cleansed!' 

Just as Braun climbed back to his feet, an androgynous voice that he recognized all too well began to play in his mind.

'Braun, come home. It is our loss for today.'

Normally, the archangel would obey any order from his eminence without question, but now that his pride had been wounded he was less inclined to leave. 

'But my lord, he-'