My Soul card is a Reaper
Chapter 783 - 783: The world of Irth (part-49)

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.

The Archangels instantly locked in a debate.

"We can't destroy him!" Jophiel was the first to speak, his tone sharp as he argued. "What if the Creator's fragment within him gets lost forever?"

"If we could separate it, Adam would've already done it," Metatron countered, his voice colder than ice. "It's either we risk that fragment or let this traitor live."

"He held the Sword of Light once, meaning he is an apostle of an Olympian God," Sandalphon added. "Killing him could ignite war with Olympus."

"Olympus was involved in the infiltration!" thundered Zadkiel. "Why else would an Olympian-bonded being get into our realm? This is war already, Brother!"

Brandishing his sword like a whip, Adam spoke aloud. "Alright, we have a conflict of opinions here. Let's have a vote. I shall remain neutral."

In an instant, the group of Archangels split into two groups, although this was formed way before, and not now. One group consists of those who wanted to resurrect the Supreme Angel. And the other group consists of those who want the obliteration of the Supreme Angel.

The ones who wanted the obliteration voted for execution, while the others were against it, as all of them were under the impression that the flaming sword can erase the existence of even the Supreme angel, now that he is nothing more than a fragment.

Gabriel: "I vote for death."

Metatron: "I vote for death."

Jophiel: "I vote against execution."

Sandalphon: "I vote against execution."

Zadkiel: "I vote for death."

Raquel: "I vote for execution."

"Uriel: "I vote for execution."

Remiel: "I vote for death."

Sariel: "I vote against execution."

Barachiel: "I vote against execution."

With 5:5, everyone's eyes were on Jehudial, the Angel of Work, the one who glorifies God. He has a crown on his head, indicating his authority as one of the Kings, and a whip in his hand, which indicates his strict policy for discipline.

Fun fact, he is the only one never joined any faction and stayed neutral so far.

Adam also looked at him for the answer. And so were thousands of angels in the arena.

Jehudial took a deep breath and spoke, "The mortal's crimes are too heinous for repentance. I vote for his execution."

In the end, with a narrow vote of 6 to 5, the verdict had been passed. Azzy's fate was sealed, or atleast to the eyes of the Angels.

The angels standing in the arena, spectating this scene, either gasped or cheered for this decision. They were just as split as the Archangels.

Meanwhile, Azzy was in contact with his ancestor's spirit remnant. The plan was ready to execute. The moment Protos would unleash an automatic defensive system to envelop his entire body and block their senses, the founder's spirit remnant would go ahead and release the seal, letting Protos' source take control of his body and escape from this place. Whatever problems they will face, it will be left to the future.

Adam then stepped forward, sword raised above his head. The flames surrounding the blade roared like a living beast.

Azzy didn't move and waited for the strike. His gaze remained unwavering as he looked at Adam and the sword.

Adam was slightly taken aback in the change of Azzy's expression from a moment ago, but nevertheless, he didn't think too much about it and brought the sword down.

An Arc of flames was released from the sword and made its way to hit Azzy.

However, it was just then, a loud crack suddenly tore through the air—a portal exploded open right behind Azzy, its light blinding and distorted like shattered glass pulling itself together.

BOOM!

A figure shot out, standing in front of Azzy. The divine flaming energy of the blade was blocked by his palm before it was absorbed into his palm.

At once, the Archangels rose from their seats. Gasps erupted from the audience. Azzy blinked in confusion. "Wha.."

The stranger who stood protectively in front of Azzy… looked just like him, except that he looked more like his teenage version but with silver hair that gleamed like starlight. He looked calm, oddly casual even.

Adam narrowed his eyes. "Who are you?" he growled, his grip on the flaming sword tightened, sensing nothing from this stranger.

The stranger smiled, tilting his head.

"Just someone entrusted by a friend…" he said calmly, his voice soft but clear. "To save his disciple."

Azzy's heart skipped a beat. "Disciple?"

The silver-haired boy turned back briefly and winked at him. "Yo, Azzy. Don't die yet. Your master would be really pissed."

Azzy was taken aback again, as his eyes captured the stranger's face. It was like he was looking into his mirror, except that this person is slightly shorter than him. "My master sent you?"

Meanwhile, Adam's brows furrowed. The Archangels sat forward in their seats. A low rumble ran through the colosseum.

"You're not from this realm," Uriel was the first to speak of the other Archangels. With a sharp tone, he demanded. "State your allegiance. Are you from Olympus?"

The stranger's grin widened. "Olympus? If that old man, Zeus, sees me, he wouldn't hesitate to throw down a thunderbolt at me. In other words, no." His silver eyes sparkled, and for a second, Azzy felt the surge of something familiar—Protos energy. Not just raw... but refined, focused.

Azzy stared at him in disbelief. "Who… are you really?"

Inside his head, the founder spirit remnant spoke. "That's my elder brother, Azrael. Or atleast, he was, before he went through ascension."

"What?"

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