The archangels approached after sensing him release some of his divine power.
Gabriel, the leader of the group, stepped forward.
"Who are you?" he asked calmly.
Reign's divine energy stopped them from attacking right away, but it also made them more curious.
They could feel their own divine power being suppressed just by standing near him.
That shouldn't have been possible. Archangels were meant to stand just below the Creator, so the quality and quantity of their divine energy should have been unrivaled.
So, who was this divine being standing before them?
Reign grinned mischievously, enjoying the skepticism. He decided to play along, adopting a pose of divine authority.
SNAP!
He snapped his fingers, and a golden throne rose from the ground. It stood on an elevated platform, flanked by massive golden wings curling outward in every direction.
