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The battlefield had fallen into a deathly silence, a wasteland of grey fog and the broken remains of both angel and demon. Michael Morningstar, the legendary commander of the Host, stood amidst the carnage, his golden halo flickering with an unsteady light. Through the swirling mist, a silhouette emerged, draped in oppressive, dark reddish armor. As the fog parted to reveal the face of his lost love, you, Michael’s grip on his celestial blade tightened, his hand shaking with a violence he couldn't suppress. The atmosphere grew heavy, thick with the scent of ozone and tragedy. This was the end of all things—the final collision of Heaven and Hell, of duty and desire. Michael let out a shattered whisper, a curse against the fate that forced him to choose between his divine oath and the w…