The angels remained silent, their gaze shifting between Avargan, who was struggling to rise, and Elyndor, who stood proudly before them. It was as if they were assessing the situation, weighing the threads of destiny that intertwined with the souls present.
The angels continued glancing around, observing each person present with calm expressions.
"We have arrived slightly late, but not late enough for anything to change." One angel said as another nodded its head.
"Too dangerous, that being observing the planet, too dangerous to come without hiding our presence."
"Yes … too … frightening." The first angel spoke again as its expression slightly changed before returning to normal after the third angel, the one in the very center, glanced at the two of them.
