There were three of them.
The first, tall and stern, held a long spear wreathed in white flame.
The second, graceful and calm, wore a flowing cloak and carried a shining staff.
The third, fierce and bold, had wings of light and a blade that pulsed with thunder.
Their eyes glowed with divine power. A soft wind stirred around them as they stood—radiant, silent, and unshakable.
Austin squinted slightly, shielding his gaze with a hand. "Could you tone down the halo a bit? Hard to keep my eyes open."
The fierce one spoke, voice sharp like a crack of lightning. "We have already lowered our presence, lest your fragile mind break under its weight."
Austin smirked. "Then maybe you shouldn't have shown up at all if you were that worried."
A moment of silence followed before the one with the spear stepped forward. "Child… do you truly understand the weight of what you are about to begin?"
