The air in the colosseum grew dense with tension.
Azzy stood quietly, floating above the judgment platform, looking as if he had resigned to his fate.
Meanwhile, Adam's expression was cold and resolute as he stood, his flaming sword materializing in his grasp—the ultimate blade of pure judgment, forged in the core of Elysium, capable of cleaving even gods apart.
His voice boomed through the silent arena.
"By divine decree, and with the ruling of the Archangels," Adam declared, raising the sword high, "you are sentenced not just to death, Azrael, but to extinction. Your soul will be wiped from existence, your essence scattered across the void."
Adam didn't even bring up Uriel and his possible connection to this case. His entire attention was on Azzy, and his intentions are clear. He wants to formally erase his existence.
A murmur swept through the audience. Even the angels who despised Azzy held their breath. This wasn't just an execution—this was annihilation.
