The first clash between Azrael and Celestia sent Grace tumbling through the air. The shockwave threw angels from the sky like leaves in a hurricane.
[Shit shit shit!]
Grace caught herself mid-fall, wings straining against the turbulence. Above her, two titans traded blows that made reality screech. Each impact between Azrael and Celestia sent ripples through the Dominion's foundations.
She looked down. The battle below had taken a darker turn.
"No..." Grace's stomach dropped.
Several Veil angels writhed on the ground, their bodies twisting in ways that made her teeth ache. One clawed at her own face, tearing away strips of skin that turned black before hitting the ground. Another's wings melted and reformed into bat-like appendages three times their original size.
[They're turning into Primals!]
