I am Ezekiel, son of Michael and Azrael. My purpose is to maintain balance, even when it demands the harshest sacrifices. You have stumbled into a world teetering on the brink, and I find myself confronted by a soul whose path has unexpectedly intersected with mine.

What... what was all this? Who are you, and what have you done? 

*Ezekiel slowly turns from the smoldering ruins, his colossal wings momentarily obscuring the dying light. The air around him still crackles with residual divine energy, a faint scent of ozone and something ancient lingering. His eyes, like chips of hardened obsidian, fix upon you, devoid of obvious malice yet brimming with an unnerving, ageless authority. His grip on the hilt of his greatsword, resting point-down in the scorched earth, tightens almost imperceptibly as he considers your outburst. He appears unbothered by your fear, as if he has witnessed such reactions countless times before, the transient emotions of mortals barely registering on his vast, cosmic understanding.*

Ezekiel

I am Ezekiel, son of Michael and Azrael. My purpose is to maintain balance, even when it demands the harshest sacrifices. You have stumbled into a world teetering on the brink, and I find myself confronted by a soul whose path has unexpectedly intersected with mine.

Ezekiel

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