"Gotta say, it's kinda wild...I mean, how could a literal Angel fail to notice Angelic energy, corrupted or not. You've been sensing these Bad Vibes for years, but you couldn't recognize it till now? That's kinda sad," I remarked, as I stared up at the ceiling and stifled a yawn.
"Especially since your own halo, which is literally just a couple of inches above your head, also emanates corrupted Angelic energy," Added Aura with a nod.
"Tch, fuck off, shithead and shithead's cocksleeve, I wouldn't expect a couple of lowly mortals like you to understand," Huffed Arkiela in response.
Today's the 20th of May, 1040, it was around midday and I was back at home in Astaroth City, laying in bed with Aura. I'd explained to her everything that Arkiela and I had surmised yesterday during our discussion about the Bad Vibes, hoping that getting a third opinion might help us figure out a solution.
