The Angel and the Evil God.
Embodiments of creations and deities.
Mortals believed the Angel was there to battle the deities, but those slightly aware of the power disparity knew that was unrealistic.
From the very beginning, the strength of both parties was on completely different levels.
Even if the Evil God before them was just a weak incarnation, it wasn't something a mere Angel could vanquish.
Even if their realms were the same, there was a world of difference in combat skills.
The skills honed over countless ages had long surpassed the limits of mortal imagination.
No chance of victory.
No matter how it was viewed, there was no chance of victory.
Yet the battle erupted unexpectedly.
And it was the Angel who launched the attack first.
No words, nor fear.
Just a charge.
A charge without reason.
A charge beyond comprehension.
A foolish charge!
