Lord Seraphiel paid no attention whatsoever to the surrounding discussions.
Whether they were questioning Michael's race, or whether some among them were secretly pleased to see the Angel Race suffer such a humiliating setback, none of it mattered to him.
His attention remained solely on Aurelia.
He walked toward her and knelt beside the young angel. Without saying a word, he placed a hand upon her shoulder. A gentle azure radiance spread outward.
The fractured bones slowly shifted back into place and her internal injuries stabilized. The blood staining her armor gradually ceased flowing.
After several breaths, Aurelia's blank eyes slowly regained a trace of focus.
"…Lord Seraphiel…"
Her voice was weak. She stared blankly ahead for several moments before the events replayed within her mind.
The human. He had been too powerful. All along, when she had assumed dodging was all he could do, he had simply been playing with her.
