Gabriel stepped forward once more, his bitter expression barely concealed.
"Since the angels have taken that win, the next battle will begin shortly."
He fixed his gaze on Father Black.
"Bring forth your fighter for the rank 2 of the greater demon realm."
No one moved from Earth's side.
Gabriel waited.
Silence stretched.
Again, no champion appeared.
This time, Michael rose to his feet, wings flaring.
"Are you mocking us, Father Black?"
His voice carried the weight of suppressed thunder.
Father Black met his stare calmly.
"No mockery. No worry either. Earth won't mind giving up two more ranks."
He paused, then added, "But in exchange, we'd like to wait another three hours for our fighters to arrive."
Michael's frown deepened.
He glanced at Gabriel, then back at the Regent.
He had no choice.
The rules allowed it.
"Three hours," he growled. "No more."
Three hours later, exactly as promised, they arrived.
