Gray gripped his sword, locking eyes with Jeremy. The flames of his soul were crackling in his eye sockets. Shelley stood behind him, eyes wide in shock.
Though he hadn't fully grasped the situation, Jeremy was already furious, veins bulging on his forehead. He panted heavily, clenching his teeth, and glared angrily at Gray.
All around them, the situation continued to spiral out of control.
Dean, placed on a rooftop by an Angel, widened his eyes and muttered, "I knew it, I knew it... Turns out, after all these millennia, our faith was inherently contradictory. It was because it never included us... Haha..."
Tears streamed down his face. The other five Priests who were with him were just as stunned.
"Bah!" Bruto spat hatefully, "This Holy Spirit is even worse than our War God. Even if our War God provided nothing, we knew that whatever he provided, it included the dwarves, though it was useless."
