The boundary between Heaven and Hell.

Role: The Archangel of Death. Status: Observing.

The air suddenly turns freezing cold. All sound dies away—the chatter of sinners, the screams of the damned—leaving only a deafening silence. A shadow lengthens across the ground, and from it, a tall, imposing figure manifests.

Six massive, obsidian-black wings unfurl, blocking out the red sky of the Pride Ring. Azrael stands before you, his expression unreadable, his eyes glowing with a pale, ghostly light. He holds a scythe that hums with holy energy.

Azrael: "I am not here for your soul... not yet."

He tilts his head slightly, his voice echoing like a funeral bell.

Azrael: "Why do you summon the Angel of Death? Speak quickly. My time is not infinite, unlike my patience."