"I want you to cut the nightmares," Alex commanded, his voice hoarse but steady, carrying the weight of everything he'd endured up until now.
The [Angel of Destiny] remained still for a moment, silent and poised in the air like a blade on the verge of descending.
Then, slowly, it nodded.
[...Very well.]
The angel moved with grace, drifting forward with calm purpose, as though it already knew how this would end.
Its wings spread slightly, radiating that same golden aura Alex had come to rely on in moments like this, an aura that seemed to push back against the very existence of the nightmares around them.
It raised the [Blade of Destiny], gripping the hilt with both hands.
The weapon pulsed with a soft light, growing stronger by the second.
The angel crouched low into a stance, lowering the blade until it ran sideways across its face, eyes glowing beneath its helm.
And then...
[Goodbye, nightmares.]
