The constant issues that tend to circulate the northern lands tend to reach the ears of Paradise Dawn, which usually keeps guild members on the move and rarely home, especially Yuurei who tends to vanish for days. But this was necessary, for the land of Fiore needed them. But for now, peace came with the evening night, no sound of chaos was heard, just the crickets in the distance outside of the guild hall and the footsteps of the dwarf and the half-elf.
As they turned the corner, Brone noticed a figure heavily cloaked with their hood covering their face. The figure was standing in front of the doorway that lead to the training dome at the end of the hall, "Oi ! Are ye lost?" the dwarf wasn't sure who the person was, but he didn't recognize the gauntlet of the figure that held the handle of a large sword that was pointing downward onto the floor. The hood outline of the head through the hood was lowered over the handle of the sword as if the person was either contemplating something or praying.
- In prayer:
"Yuurei Starlight of Athalran, son of Elijah Starlight" the voice of the figure echoed throughout the corridor, sounding light but heavy at the same time. Though he was at the end of the hall, the voice of the figure was clear as a bell, and had power behind it, something not natural. Brone came a to a stop and instinctively two of his hands went to the handles of two of his axe that were beneath his blue cloak, "You committed a sin for severing your oath to Uriel and stealing the grace of one of the Lord's most high angels." The figure turned the sword upward and held it in his hands in a prepared position, then black wings were suddenly shown behind the figure's back as if shadows.
- Wings of the Watcher:
"Oh hell no!" Brone said as he drew forth his weapons; his golden axe, golden spear, green axe and blue spear. His body quickly took a fighting stance as his cape spread away from him as if a gust of wind whipped it up, revealing the golden armor beneath.
"Relinquish the grace that is not yours and repent, or be struck down by the wrath of the Lord" The corridor was filled with a powerful spiritual pressure that caused Brone's neck hairs to stand on end. A bead of sweat formed on his brow as he realized his heart was beating fast. This was fear, something similar to whenever Yuurei went full angel. This fight will not be a normal one.
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