In an instant, a blinding light tore through the night sky like a bolt of lightning. Raphael appeared, cloaked in an aura of majesty and wrath.
He was dressed in a magnificent white robe, embroidered with golden cross-shaped Runes that glittered in the darkness.
They shone like the most brilliant stars in the dead of night, so dazzling one dared not look at them directly.
With every step he took, an invisible pressure seemed to radiate outward.
Behind him, a troop of Knights of Light stood in a disciplined formation, like an iron rampart.
The Light Power radiating from their bodies was so dense it seemed to spill forth.
It formed bright, piercing halos in the night sky, creating a stark and eerie contrast with the surrounding darkness.
These Knights of Light were like killing machines straight out of mythology.
A bone-chilling aura emanated from their every pore.
"You traitors! How dare you betray the Bright Holy See!"
