บท 181: Chapter 181: The Last Battle

Isis wasn't satisfied leaving it at that, was she? Of course not, because the agenda she'd been sitting on was about to unfold and not in a way that meant good things for anyone. Except her, maybe, and whatever persona it was pulled her strings.

"CHAOS." She used her big girl voice to call out my own power, rising above everyone, though she didn't expand her size, the broad sweep of her wings more than impressive enough. Besides, I didn't think anyone was looking anywhere but at her, so why waste the energy? "FALSE MESSIAH. I CALL YOU TO HAR MAGEDDON WHERE THIS WILL ALL BE DECIDED." Her sword arm swept toward the door the Angels emerged from, the place of the tall mountain and the lonely, empty city. "THE TIME OF ARMAGEDDON IS AT HAND."