Michael's expression hardened, but he couldn't completely mask his shock. His golden eyes flickered erractically as if searching for any sign of deception in Clyde's face.
He knew Asmodeus well. He was one of the strongest Demon Kings. He was a being feared even among the higher realms. Even for Michael, defeating Asmodeus would be a grueling battle.
Victory was possible, he knows he can kill him, but it would take everything he had.
Yet, Clyde had done it.
The realization settled in, and Michael's rigid posture shifted slightly. For the first time since their meeting, he regarded Clyde with something other than disdain.
Clyde, watching him closely, letting out a small smirked. He didn't need to hear Michael's thoughts to know exactly what was going through his mind. He had just earned the Archangel's respect whether Michael wanted to admit it or not.
