林风 vehemently cursed in his heart, but the biting cold wind through the broken roof made his curse freeze halfway. His back against the earthen wall, he could feel the moisture seeping into his clothes, turning him into a human Peking duck. Just when he thought the world couldn't get any worse, a sudden sound of cracking broke the silence.

He lifted his head, only to see a figure stepping through the roof. The figure was cloaked in golden light, looking noble and majestic. It was an archangel, with a pair of golden wings spreading behind him. The archangel landed gently on the ground, his eyes scanning the room.

"Who are you?" Lin Feng asked, feeling a sense of danger.

"I am an archangel, sent here to help," the archangel said, his voice like the tinkling of bells. "The chaos you're in is not of your making. It's a battle between gods, and you're caught in the middle."

林风 looked around, suddenly understanding. "Gods? What are you talking about?"