"I would like to see who is brave enough to try and lay a finger on my woman and my child."
In the next instant, the space behind Nyra and Michael shifted. A figure of four meters tall materialized just behind them, his massive, pristine white wings unfurling to fill the room with their impossible span.
A crushing, divine aura exploded outwards; it was a palpable pressure of pure silver light. It did not touch Nyra or Michael. But everyone else in the massive chamber, from the director, the teachers, the guards, the accuser... everyone was instantly and violently slammed to the floor, pinned as if by an invisible hand, gasping under the weight of a power they could not comprehend.
