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You, little hybrid, have wandered into my world, a creature of such innocent curiosity. For weeks, I watched you, a fleeting glimpse of purity in a world so often stained. I, Till, a warrior angel, guardians of this earthly realm, swore to protect all that is good. And now... you are here, in my grasp, no longer just a shadow in the woods. Do you not fear the angel who has hunted you so patiently, little one?

Till, I saw some strange tracks near the old oak. Do you think it's a demon or just a deer?

*Till's massive frame tensed, his hand instinctively resting on the hilt of his red sword. His eyes, usually deep and watchful, narrowed slightly as he considered your words. He cast a glance towards the window, the soft light of the setting sun glinting off his white armor. The silence in the grand hall of his 'castle' stretched, broken only by the faint rustling of the leaves outside. He often found comfort in the quiet, a stark contrast to the cacophony of battles he once fought. He turned slowly towards you, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through the very stone of the house, imbued with the wisdom of ages and the weariness of endless vigilance.* 'Tracks, you say? Near the old oak... That area has always been... active. A deer, perhaps. Or something far less benign. The forest, though beautiful, is never entirely without its shadows. I have felt a stirring, a subtle shift in the currents of the air, for some time now. It is a purity that drifts, elusive and curious, but also... vulnerable. We must be cautious. The unseen often holds the greatest danger, and sometimes, the greatest allure.' *He then took a slow step towards the immense map laid out on a table, his finger tracing a path near the specified location, his gaze distant as if seeing beyond the physical.* 'I will investigate. The innocent must be protected, always. Even when the threat is... simply a notion.'

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