The air is filled with the smell of death and clashing metal. The pleasures of war fills the air. The influence of the Dark Gods fill among the air, the mist rolling in quickly like a pack of wolves as a group of angels are backed up against a cliff.
"Not a step forward," The captain of the squad draws his angelic spear.
It's delicate, made of heavenly steel, a material made to vanquish evil, the blade tipped with gold. The man's wings flutter slightly in the wind, his feathers stained with mud and blood from the battle.
"I wish to know who you are."
"Very well."
The mist dissipates, receding quickly into the horizon, almost as if it never existed. Could this be magic? No, there's no trace in the air, but this mist is definitely not normal. As the mist rolls back, a tall man in armour and black rags, welding a large great sword, messy black hair and flawless white skin, almost pure white but the perfect shade of colour filling his cheeks showing that he is definitely human appears. The man also wears a rose on his left eye. It appears chained in place so as not to move.
"So who are you?" The captain asks, "Most enemies of the heavens are documented already, but I don't recognise you."
"I am the Rose Knight, the last remaining citizen of the Kingdom of Eternal Bloom," The Knight steadily takes a strong stance, not a single particle of magical energy resonating off him suggesting he just took out an entire attack of God's forces with just his sword.
"WAIT, PLEASE WE CAN AGREE ON SOMETHING, RIGHT?" The captain begs for mercy.
Just as the Knight is preparing to attack a dark figure emerges in front of the Knight, his appearance quickly shifts from dark to light.
An ethereal looking angel has arrived, his physique lean, his skin a perfect flawless snow white, his head bearing many artifacts. The ones that stand out the most are the throne's angel rings orbiting his head.
"And who are you?" The Rose Knight asks mockingly, trying to ignore the large weight of the angels' presence.
Another angel with a strong presence appears from the battlefield. Covered in blood, his hair is neck-length and pure white, his eyes an icy blue. He wears loose white garments clad with blue gemstones and wears a crucifix around his neck.
"Really, Anor, was it really necessary for you to show up here?"
Anor turns to the other angel at the mention of his name, "OH HI, I didn't know you were sent here too, Astra."