Michael looked at Silas for a second as he continued. "I see that you have improved. Are we finally taking the small baby steps now?"

Silas looked at Michael as he took a small sip from the cup; he instinctively nodded to his words.

His voice came low, and his hands clutched his knees. "Yes, I have tried to learn the basics." He muttered under his breath; his eyes fell on his sword, which was kept near the wardrobe.

Michael kept the cup down on the table as he stood up gently, looking at Silas's eyes. Then he took his hands behind his waist and stood there.

His expression started to change into something that wasn't less than serious. "So, in this session, I'll teach you the real basics of my technique."

He extended his right hand forward as he closed it slightly and muttered something under his breath.

Suddenly, a light started to cover up his hand, and then a sword, which had a gorgeous white blade with golden markings on.

The hilt was made out of gold, and small strips of white were made across one end to the other.

Michael opened his eyes slightly as he put the sword down; his voice came low. "The technique is known as Heavenfall Strike."

He slightly raised his sword, taking it in front of his eyes as he shifted his left foot slightly backwards

Then he swung it, a mountain that was hundreds of meters away split in a clean, perfect line.

The angle of the slash was clearly captured by the system, and each of the movements was clearly visible to Silas.

Silas's jaw dropped, sweat started to form on his forehead, and his body felt the aura of Archangel Michael's technique through the system's screen.

'If I can feel it from here, then what would be the actual amount of aura energy behind it...' Silas's eyes dropped down to his hand, which was slightly trembling.

'Will I also be able to reach that level of power?'

After performing the technique, he rested his sword down as a sheath appeared magically at the side of his waist, and he put the sword inside it.

Then he looked at Silas right into his eyes, and his voice came firm. "So, Silas. I hope that you saw the technique clearly because I don't like repeating something twice."

His face unreadable, the small soft smile which before was tucked on his face was no longer there.

Michael took a small break as a sigh escaped through his lips. "This technique, I used it when I fought with the other angel who's known as,"

He took a small break as his veins popped through his neck and forehead. His voice came again, but this time his tone was filled with pure hatred. "This technique I used when I fought, Lucifer the morning star."

Silas gulped; his sweat rolled down from his forehead to his cheeks, then dropped onto the floor. 'The Legend in the mythology that tells us that Lucifer and Michael fought before was actually true?'

Then Michael sighed again and calmed himself down as his voice came low. "I lost my cool for a second there, but anyway.

I defeated Lucifer with this and made him fall out of the heavens." He took a small pause, then continued. "This is the technique which I'll be teaching you."

A small, menacing smile curled up on Silas's lips as his whole body started to tremble. 'That's fucking perfect, I need that strength, I need to be on top of the world.' Silas's teeth gritted.

Michal's voice came loud. "Get up and pick up your sword." He commanded.

Silas's body got up instinctively, without any second thought, he rushed to the side of the wardrobe and picked up his sword and unsheathed it.

Silas got back to his place and stood in front of the system, eyes looking at Michael.

Michael crossed his arms next to his chest. "Now raise your blade and follow my command."

Silas took a small sigh as he took his left foot backwards and raised his blade slightly. Michael's voice came out loud, and this time, a slight pressure of his heavenly aura came through the system's panel. "Your stance is unbalanced."

Suddenly, the panel hovering in the air changed its colour from shimmering blue to bright red, and a shockwave came through.

It made Silas shake slightly and pushed his feet to get into the right position. The distance between his two feet was of one foot, and the left foot was behind and slightly tilted.

Michael stared at Silas, scanning him completely as his voice came out a little lower than before, but the authority was still audible in it. "Your shoulders should be lower, Silas Veil."

The shockwave came through again, which made Silas feel asting in his shoulders, and they got lower and in perfect position. 'This thing doesn't feel like a normal session anymore, I can fucking feel the sensations all over my body.'

Michael's voice came low as his eyes were fixated on the body of Silas. "Now, your stance is correct, but as I said before, you'll not learn from watching but from training."

He took a small pause as he raised his palm slightly in the air and continued speaking. "So, I want you to fight these Dark silhouettes of fallen angels."

As Michael stopped talking, the silhouettes of fallen angels started to appear in front of Silas's eyes; there was only one of them for now.

'System, what are these, dolls or?'

[Host, these are the holograms which are summoned by the memory of Archangel Michael to give you a real-time experience of battle.]

[Or should I say that, to beat the shit out of you and make your bones remember the forms and technique for eternity. ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡]

A small sigh escaped Silas's mouth. 'You're enjoying it, aren't you?'

[Of course I am, host. I'm enjoying you getting stronger for your own good. ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡]

A small vein popped up from Silas's forehead, but he couldn't do anything about it.

He just took a small, deep exhale and corrected his stance as he stared at the hologram of the fallen angel, which was standing in front of his eyes.

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