Fate—Uriel

The remains of Failure, Oldest, and Mirror's dead bodies shot into the skies and toward Uriel, fusing into one grand entity.

Caine remained unfazed, even as a divine aura erupted across the heavens and slammed onto the earth below with tyrannical might.

WHOOOOSH!

The skies parted.

There, amidst the starry expanse beyond, a figure emerged, majestic and divine.

With long hair of radiant gold cascading over a tall, broad, and muscle-bound frame, the man in the skies bore nine pairs of angelic white wings that reflected worlds of silver runes. 

His face was a masterpiece of perfection, each feature flawless, and his eyes burned with a cold yet welcoming golden light.

Upon his forehead, a vertical slit could be seen, faintly glowing.

Ethereal, misty white robes draped over Uriel's newly formed body, radiating an aura of absolute and undeniable power.

Slowly, he descended upon the platform.