“He cleared a path for her anger. But she did not spare them from death.”

“She makes the angels fury of winds, her servants flames of fire”

They thought they had been punished enough.

The ivory archangel had descended upon them, her fury a storm of winds, her servants flames of fire. They had breached the realm, and in their wake, death followed.

The angels had fought bravely, but they were no match for the archangel’s power. She was relentless, punishing them for their trespass. And still they did not spare them from death.

In the end, the angels were destroyed, leaving behind only ashes and memories of what could have been.