Everyone answered in unison, their voices booming, "Yes, sir!"

Andrew turned his head, gazing westward. The battle there was even more brutal than the one at Throne City. The Cathedral's Vindicators seemed stuck in quicksand, desperately trying to break free but unable to.

Masses of white-armored warriors lay scattered across the battlefield, their faces beneath the armor filled with terror and horror. They no longer show the fearlessness of the Cathedral's faithful followers.

Ragnar and Jorge, the two Dark Progenitors, had dealt a devastating blow to the Cathedral's army.

The first casualty was Lysander, who fell right there on the battlefield. This nearly shattered Arya's composure as she pursued Andrew. She had always thought of Lysander as her little brother, after all.

Besides, as a fellow angel of the Cathedral, she had always been respected and adored by the angels beneath her as their big sister. But now, he was gone.

Arya became like an enraged bulldozer, charging in a