Touching The Fragment

The air inside the tent grew heavier after he take out the strange object. The flickering lanterns cast shifting shadows across the gathered figures, but none of them could tear their eyes away from what lay in Kassiel's palm.

Gabriel and Uriel both frowned, their gazes locked on the chipped fragment. The runes on its surface twisted and changed right before their eyes, never settling into a readable pattern. But it wasn't just the movement that unsettled them. It was the aura radiating from the stone.

It wasn't magic — at least, not in the way Angels, Celestials, or even Demonic spells worked. Which make them certain that this thing is not even from their realms. This was something older that neither of them – higher beings – could immediately recognize. And that was troubling.