William, a bit concerned, tried to snap Gabriel out of his trance. "Mister Angel. Are you okay?"
Gabriel, still mesmerized by Angela's beauty, stammered, "B-beautiful... So beautiful." His words trailed off, lost in the awe that Angela's presence inspired. He felt as if he was in the presence of divine artistry, an embodiment of perfection that left him utterly captivated.
After a few moments, Gabriel regained his composure.
"I'm so sorry about that," he stammered, his voice steadier now. "It was my first time seeing that kind of beauty. By the way, I didn't introduce myself yet. My name is Gabriel, and I'm an Archangel."
William's eyes widened in awe.
"Gabriel? The 'Strength of God'!" he exclaimed, a mix of reverence and surprise in his voice. Gabriel chuckled softly.
"So, you know my identity, huh?" he replied. "But for now, I'm calling myself the Guardian Angel since the God's strength that I used to have before is now uncontrollable."
