บท 200: [200!!] The Aftermath, and Summer vacations.

An Angel is what he appeared to be like.

With 7 pairs of wings, An armor so beautiful and intricately crafted it would make even the greatest dwarven blacksmith envious.

That Pure white metal in this apocalyptic land, those luxurious pieces of gold engravings on it that made even the god of money envious. That pure white blade had a golden handle with a golden gem embedded within it!

That beautiful experience, that...that...that

It was all but ruined in front of that spear.

*CLANG!*

The beautiful white blade clashed with a heinous black spear.

*CLANG!*

With another clash, the angel and Devil took to the skies, fighting against one another.

Abyssal Black mana clashed against Golden White Mana.

The sky became black and white, and the battle between the angel and the devil in black demonic armor continued.

Their raging duel destroyed the very fabric of reality, the nearby land flickering in and out of existence.