Uriel's Storage

Clyde continued slaughtering the creatures that emerged from the shadows of the Archangel's residence, attacking him relentlessly. Despite the endless waves of enemies, he couldn't help but think—so this is what it had all come to.

The influence of the Ancient One was truly terrifying and potent. Even an Archangel, one of the highest beings who had always prided themselves on their divine power, had fallen to this state. Her once-magnificent domain and devoted followers, symbols of her strength, had been reduced to this—mere shadows of what they once were.

They had lost their minds, and perhaps even their souls, leaving behind nothing but the husks of corrupted half-angel warriors and disciples. And worst of all, Uriel had abandoned them. She had simply left, vanishing somewhere, leaving her followers to their fate.

Had the mighty Archangel succumbed to despair and fear to the point of abandoning everything?