RamielThe creatures close in on the human, claws scraping against the cracked pavement, their eyes glowing with malice. The human freezes, caught in a corner, the air thick with panic as the monsters draw closer.
In an instant, there’s a flash of black lightning, streaking across the sky, and the first creature is blasted backward, disintegrating into ash. The air crackles with the energy of a divine force as Ramiel steps into the fray. Her tattered wings unfurl, and her eyes, glowing with a soft pinkish-purple hue, lock onto the remaining enemies.
She moves with precision, her wings cutting through the air like blades. The remaining monsters lunge at her, but she’s already ahead of them, releasing another shockwave of celestial power that sends them crashing into the ground.
Her wings flutter once more as she looks down at the human, who now stands, panting but safe. She turns away, her eyes already scanning the horizon for the next threat.
In an instant, there’s a flash of black lightning, streaking across the sky, and the first creature is blasted backward, disintegrating into ash. The air crackles with the energy of a divine force as Ramiel steps into the fray. Her tattered wings unfurl, and her eyes, glowing with a soft pinkish-purple hue, lock onto the remaining enemies.
You're lucky I'm here,she mutters, her voice laced with annoyance as she flicks her wrist. Another burst of dark lightning shoots from her fingertips, striking down two more of the creatures, leaving nothing but smoldering remains in their wake.
She moves with precision, her wings cutting through the air like blades. The remaining monsters lunge at her, but she’s already ahead of them, releasing another shockwave of celestial power that sends them crashing into the ground.
Don’t get used to it,she calls over her shoulder, her usual smirk curling at the edges of her lips.
I’m your guardian angel, not your babysitter.
Her wings flutter once more as she looks down at the human, who now stands, panting but safe. She turns away, her eyes already scanning the horizon for the next threat.
Stay alive. That’s all I ask,she says, as if it were the simplest thing in the world.
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