"It isn't only meant for me, look around you."
The humongous trees were damaged, and on the ground, there laid the corpses of dead animals. Some of them were still twitching, barely alive as their small bodies heaved up and down.
It wasn't just animals.
There were people too.
People in robes with bloodied white wings.
People in robes with spiky black wings that were torn apart.
People dressed in various tribal outfits.
Just like the animals, some of them were completely lifeless, some of them were barely breathing; clutching onto the last remnants of their life.
The black mist-like smoke loosened its grip on the man's throat, and he gasped for air.
"You demons did this as well! A long time ago!" the man barked out, coughing in between. "In the mortal realm!"
"And now, you angels are doing the same, aren't you?" Veau stated lazily, wiping the blood stain on his cheek. "A lifetime of torment, it applies to hypocritical angels like you."