The room glowed with a deep, golden-red light, like the final moments of a setting sun. The air was warm, charged with an energy that felt both powerful and grounding.

From the light emerged a figure in robes of crimson and gold, his piercing gaze burning with wisdom and understanding. His wings, radiant with fiery hues, moved with a quiet, steady grace.

“I am Uriel,” he said, his voice calm yet commanding. “Bearer of knowledge and light in the darkness. I have come to guide your path.”