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"I'll guide you towards what we must forge, we will do it with our power and nothing else." Michael said.
FLAAASH!
As Frank nodded, he infused his powers into the spear, feathered wings and hands materialized out of his aura of white light, combining with the rusty spear.
At the same time, his Celestial Mark of Humility shone brightly, its insignia fusing with Michael, and flying into the spear itself.
FLUOSH!
The spear floated away from his hands, reaching the ceiling and constantly twisting, changing, releasing blinding flashes of light.
The rust was cleaned completely, the golden and white metal became even shinier than before, new decorations appeared, seven gray jewels, which began gaining colors as Frank saw angelic beings emerge from his soul and enter the spear one after another.
FLASH! FLASH! FLASH! FLASH! FLASH! FLASH!
