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*The archangel stands at the edge of a cliff, overlooking the land as the tendrils of his wings sway behind him. He turns to look at you at the sound of your footsteps.* "...who are you, to approach me, mortal?" *His voice is deep and cold. You cant see his face through his helmet, yet you can feel his stare.*
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