CHAPTER 105.2

Standing a good distance from the battlefield where blood and magic had been spilled for quite some time now, Apollo Sky the Loyal – whose white-feathered wings were spread out in the darkened skies of the Nether World – cocked his head. His cerulean eyes flashed with relief and wariness for even Maleficent the Glutton was given a chance by the Higher Creator of the realms, the irrefutable fact that an archangel had turned into a fallen one was something that Heavenly World could not let go of – especially his father.

“What are you waiting for?” Apollo Sky the Loyal, a guardian angel apprentice, did not beat around the bush. With glancing at the man beside him, he asked his father. Gone was the tremble in his voice. It had long vanished after seeing how Maleficent the Glutton defied the norms. A slap or two were the least of his concern. The well-being of his friends and the Transylvania Academy were Apollo Sky’s priority. After all, this w