Grace stepped out of the room and stopped dead in her tracks.
The Dominion looked... different. Fuller. Where once marble hallways echoed with emptiness, now angels crowded every corner. They chatted in groups. Trained in open courtyards. Flew overhead in organized formations.
"What the hell?" Grace blinked.
"Surprised?" Mara guided her forward. "After your fight with Azrael, things changed. Fast."
They walked through a plaza Grace remembered as a battle zone. Now it buzzed with activity. Angels in various colored robes mingled freely. Gold with blue. Pink with black. Colors that would have meant faction wars three years ago.
"The Veil angels," Grace started.
"Many came back." Mara nodded. "After you purified Azrael, they realized Sin energy was a dead end. Most renounced it. Begged to return."
"And Celestia let them?"
