A Certain Multiverse's Holy Right

"Success!"

When Roy's consciousness transitioned once more, leaving the mysterious space to arrive in a new world, he couldn't suppress the joy in his heart. He clenched his fist and did a fist pump.

However, the surge of excitement quickly subsided. Roy calmed his mind and began observing his surroundings to ensure his safety.

Although Aiwass had promised to help Roy, the assistance Aiwass could provide was mainly in terms of knowledge. When it came to pure destruction or strength, Aiwass's capacity to help Roy was quite limited.

Aiwass's essence was that of a "spirit" from a higher plane—an observer, akin to an extraterrestrial entity. In her current state, Aiwass had minimal influence over the material world. To unleash her full power, she required a physical body to inhabit—what would traditionally be called "incarnation."

However, as an angel of the Creation World, and possibly even from Archetype World beyond that, finding a body suitable for Aiwass was nearly impossible. She could temporarily empower a host through possession, but doing so would affect the host's "spirit" and "soul." Thus, unless the situation was utterly dire—like a certain death scenario against Aleister—Roy would never let Aiwass possess him.

The "Holy Guardian Angel" Aiwass wielded many powerful angelic arts. For a human body to channel such powers was akin to experimenting with suicide.

This explained why Aleister had sought to use Academy City's AIM Diffusion Field to create a suitable body for Aiwass. Without a body, Aiwass couldn't manifest her full power—a power comparable to that of the Magic Gods, albeit expressed differently.

The air was hot and dry. Surrounding him was an oppressive, yellow desert, devoid of any trace of humanity.

"First, I need to confirm if I'm still on Earth, which world I've landed in, and whether I know this place. If I'm still on Earth, I need to figure out which part of the planet I'm on."

Simply judging by the arid desert and the blazing sun overhead, Roy couldn't determine his location.

"Be cautious, Roy... There's a strong magical presence ahead of you to the right," Aiwass suddenly warned.

"To the right? Magic?"

Roy turned to look in the indicated direction, and in the next moment, his expression changed dramatically.

About two kilometers away, a massive sandstorm surged skyward, transforming into a pure expanse of darkness that obscured even the sun.

"A sandstorm? No... What is that? Angels?!"

Within the swirling sand, Roy faintly saw two winged figures battling.

One angel's wings glowed with heavenly radiance, as if forged from divine fire, fighting within the blinding chaos of the sandstorm.

The other angel's wings also seemed ablaze, but unlike the first, this angel bore an overwhelming multitude of wings—at least thirty pairs by Roy's quick count.

"Thirty-six pairs of flaming wings? A fiery angel? Could this be Metatron, the Heavenly Scribe and guardian of God's throne mentioned in the Book of Enoch? No, it should be Enoch himself!"

"And the other angel, wielding a red cross-shaped sword, with wings resembling both light and fire... Based on the Bible, this must be the Archangel Michael! What kind of world have I entered, where I immediately encounter two of the highest-ranking angels in Judeo-Christian tradition? And why are they fighting? Could it be... they're battling over the title of 'God's most favored angel'?"

Though Roy was an amateur magician, he had a considerable amount of knowledge about mysticism. His learning came not only from the "necessary and sufficient knowledge" taught by Aiwass but also from Aleister Crowley.

Born into a Christian household, Aleister despised Christianity yet delved deeply into its mysticism. Without such knowledge, he wouldn't have been able to write the infamous Book of 777.

Having read almost all of Aleister's works and studied both canonical and apocryphal Christian texts, Roy immediately recognized the two distinctive angels before him.

"The Book of Enoch describes how Enoch walked with God for 300 years before ascending to heaven and becoming Metatron—the strongest angel, also known as the 'Lesser YHVH' and 'God's Agent.' However, this text has long been dismissed as pseudepigrapha, rejected by Christianity as apocryphal. In Christianity, Metatron doesn't even exist.

"But in Judaism, Metatron holds an exalted position, even surpassing Christ in some traditions. Certain mystical sects of Judaism place him at the pinnacle of the Kabbalistic Tree of Life.

"In the Bible, only two angels are explicitly named: Michael and Gabriel. Michael, often described as 'one who is like God,' sits at God's right hand and is undoubtedly the strongest angel in His presence.

"Metatron and Michael share many overlapping roles and attributes. In both traditions, their positions are almost identical. This fight is practically a battle between the canonical and apocryphal texts—a clash between Judaism and Christianity!

"What kind of nonsensical world have I stumbled into?!"

As Roy struggled to make sense of the situation, the ferocious sandstorm rapidly approached him. The shockwaves from the angels' battle obliterated entire dunes, reducing them to nothingness.

"Crap!"

Roy cursed under his breath, turned around, and started running. Whatever the reason for the angels' presence or their battle, Roy only knew one thing: as a mere amateur magician, he would be crushed by the collateral damage alone.

He had no intention of dying a second time, especially not in a way that might be irreversible.

But how could Roy's running speed compare to the sandstorm's advance? In the blink of an eye, the storm overtook him. He was thrown off his feet, tumbling several times and swallowing a mouthful of salty, gritty sand.

His vision dimmed as the sandstorm engulfed him, blocking out all light. Roy realized that unless he found a way to escape, he would suffocate in the sandstorm without the angels even lifting a finger.

"Huh? Is that a sand cave?"

In his panic, Roy spotted an opening beneath the sand and scrambled toward it without hesitation.

The sandstorm roared behind him as he darted deeper into the cave. The passage bore clear signs of artificial construction—this wasn't a natural formation. But now was not the time to ponder whether someone or something inhabited the cave.

Whoever or whatever was inside, it couldn't possibly be more dangerous than the battle outside.

After several twists and turns, Roy reached what appeared to be a hidden chamber. The walls, though seemingly made of sand, were reinforced with magical runes, giving them the strength of solid rock. As Roy examined the room's layout, his eyes widened, and a glimmer of hope flashed across his face.