Chapter 6: The broken soul
"Let’s go," she said calmly.
Raphael, pale but resolute, nodded in agreement.
*[Kindness Blessing]* Like a miniature sun, Luciel illuminated the space with a soft golden glow. This divine light penetrated the minds of her allies, purifying and revitalizing them.
"Celest, handle the troop retreat. They’re of no use here," Uriel ordered, massaging his wrist, his fatigue-marked face improving.
"Understood," Celest replied, nodding before withdrawing.
But doubt persisted in Ezekiel. He frowned, as if trying to solve a riddle.
"Uriel, you have a connection to this, but... his soul..."
"What about his soul?" Raphael asked, raising an inquisitive eyebrow.
The drop of black blood struck the surface of the sea with a resounding impact, like a thunderclap echoing through the heavy air. The sea, previously a deep red, began to violently vibrate. Ripples formed, widening into circles, pushing the stagnant waters in a hypnotic movement. Then, without warning, the surface of the sea tore apart, and enormous waves surged forth, striking the desolate shores with titanic force.