Drops of rocky ochre, bricks trickled from the abyss into which the demon had disappeared. The noise alarmed Staan: it would eventually attract nearby humans, something to be avoided at all costs, even if it meant sacrificing the life of the infernal being. Resolute, he advanced towards the hole when, suddenly, the demon emerged from the debris with a cry of rage and charged in his direction. Staan needed only a fraction of a second to assess the scene, even going so far as to perform an unnecessary wrist movement before colliding with the creature. From a simple rod, Staan's weapon had transformed into a trident made of pure darkness, and it sent the demon crashing through another wall, this time made of breezeblocks. The strange gorilla soon re-emerged, armed with a new large metal tube, stolen from the warehouse. Closing the distance with a kick, the demon sliced through the air with his makeshift cudgel, at the spot where Staan's head had been a moment earlier. He had chosen to rise, lifting himself above the roofs of the warehouses in a single wing movement. Suddenly, the emergence of a nearby celestial power distracted him, and he observed the end of the alley, cursing himself for not anticipating the appearance of troublemakers. The latter took the form of three ordinary humans, whose eclectic assembly consisted of a woman in a white coat, a man in a fitted suit, and a military man in camouflage. Their calm demeanor in the face of the situation lent credence to the hypothesis of their celestial nature, soon confirmed by the words of the leader, who ordered her peers to take care of the fallen angel and leave the demon to her. Once their roles were assigned, the three refuted their humanity: a diadem of light appeared above their heads, and a pair of iridescent wings sprouted between their shoulder blades.

In the radiance projected by their divine appendages, the three angels threw themselves into the battle. The first, called Rehaël by his superior, rose into the air, generating a sword of light in the palm of his hand. Unfortunately for the celestial soldier, Staan was too familiar with the teachings he had received, despite the years that separated him from the lessons he had given himself. So, he had no trouble stopping the blade between the teeth of his own weapon. With a gesture, Staan locked the sword a bit more in the trident and then sent the angel flying, still clinging to the hilt of his sword. A clicking sound suddenly warned him of danger, and he released Rehaël to block the chain of light wielded by the second angel. Manakël, his second opponent and possessor of the celestial whip, gave him a satisfied smile while immobilizing the fork. Unfortunately for the angel, Staan suddenly outclassed him in strength and turned the celestial soldier into a weight at the end of his own chain, sending him crashing into his colleague with a loud crash. The brief respite of the impact gave Staan the time to glance at the battle below. The situation was getting worse: the agility of the woman named Veuliah was breaking against the iron muscles of the demon, who himself was unable to land a single blow. Suddenly, a ruby gleam caught Staan's eye: a symbol glowed on the nape of the infernal being.

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This moment of observation suddenly earned him being ensnared in chains of light. Turned around without gentleness, Staan then observed Manakël holding him, his face twisted with effort, while Rehaël plunged in his direction, sword pointed. The rough patch did not manage to make him panic, his mind too busy finding a solution. It came to him by examining his chains, which Staan used as a shield, blocking the blade in the heart of a link. The surprise in Rehaël's eyes found almost immediately an echo in Manakël's, pulled forward by the charge of his ally. Yielding to panic, he made the mistake of making his weapon disappear, an opportunity that Staan did not miss. Clasping the first angel's sword to prevent it from piercing him, he stunned him with an uppercut to the chin. The second angel, despite snapping his chain in his direction, Staan easily dodged, then surprised his opponent with a knee to the stomach, bending him in half. A pounding of his fists sent the celestial soldier toward his comrade, and as in airborne billiards, the two beings collided, plunging toward the ground. Bringing back his trident, he turned around and blocked the attack of the last of the trio. Successful at the cost of numerous wounds, Veuliah could not contain the force of the blow he dealt her and was, in turn, thrown below.