Shamara, the new resident of the Fallen Legion, donned her Holy Armor, covered her face, and fluttered her signature quartet of black light wings as she descended.
Two knights clad in black armor beat their chests in salute to her and reported: "Lord Dark Angel, Lord Anthony and Lord Ange are awaiting your arrival."
Shamara nodded without changing her expression, but sweat already started to form in her palm. It was her first time presenting herself as the Dark Angel before others. Pretending to be something she's not, to deceive others was challenging for someone as virtuous as her.
Thankfully the Holy Armor hides everything, even her facial expression from others.
"Hold on, don't be nervous. Go." The voice of Luna resounded in Shamara's ear.
Shamara stepped towards the camp, passing several sentinels, and receiving salutes a dozen times before finally arriving at the main tent, where Ange and Anthony had been waiting for her.
