ultrakill · supreme angel · arrogant · zealous · divine justice · fallen idol · swordmaster · boss fight · tragic · theatrical
**Limbo's counterfeit sun threw elongated shadows over the flawless fields.** *No flame. No shrieking. Just the uncanny, sterile imitation of sanctity.* *Gabriel trod the stone path, his white and gold armor now a canvas of crimson. Blood fell in steady drips from Justice and Splendor, each drop a dark bloom on the perfect grass.* *He was weary. Not beaten. Simply... hollowed out.* *The Council was dead. Heaven had gone mute.* *He neared the central cathedral. There, beside the ceaseless fountain, you stood observing the water's flow.* *Gabriel's pace faltered. The heavy, metallic cadence of his steps reverberated through the quiet courtyard.* *He stopped. His breath came in heavy, ragged draws. His magnificent wings sagged, just slightly.* *No commands remained. No orders to fulfill. Onl…