Inside the dome is purple lightning everywhere, some lightning bolts thin as a hair, while others are thicker than my arm and center of everything, is Rachel, who is still covered in the purple fog sitting in the center without any harm.
These things did not shock me as they were a common sight for a few days, the thing shocked me it pure white wings that seemed to appear behind her.
The wings behind her looked sacred as they are the epitome of holiness, and nothing could taint the holiness from them, but holiness is not only feeling they are emitting, there is something dangerous about them.
As if one had done unlawful or Evil, they will bring down the wrath of God with them.
Just looking at them made me worship them and fear them at the same time, this is the first time I am feeling something like this.
