Echoes of the moon
Azrael was bringing reinforcements.
“Now or never,” I muttered, pulling Mom to her feet. She swayed but stayed upright, determination written across her face.
The wings responded to my thoughts, wrapping around us both in a protective cocoon just as the door burst open.
Azrael stood there with a team of guards, all armed with corruption-enhanced weapons. His eyes widened at the sight of us.
“Fascinating,” he breathed, that scientific curiosity overtaking his alarm. “The integration of angelic energy with the hybrid matrix…”
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