The Danger

Uriel looked at her fellow Archangels, her expression as hard as ever—one that would not soften anytime soon, given the situation.

"Are we the only ones here?" she asked, her tone sharp, laced with disappointment. She had made it clear how urgent this was.

"The others are handling different matters. Don't worry. We are enough," Michael was the one to reply, his voice flat and cold.

Uriel studied him for a moment. Something about him seemed… off. But then again, Michael had always been enigmatic—distant and unreadable. Dismissing the thought, she refocused on the matter at hand.

"Fine. I suppose it can't be helped," Uriel said. "I came straight from the Far North after what happened there. Gabriel stayed behind to monitor the situation."

She then gave a brief but detailed explanation of what she had witnessed—the sudden emergence of the eye, the way its words had resonated directly in their minds and souls.