Standing before the gathered Exorcists—a restless, bloodthirsty army still seething from their last battle—Abel cleared his throat and tried to be reassuring.

"So… I know the last Extermination didn’t exactly go as planned, and, uh, a lot of you are feeling pretty fired up. But honestly? What you really need right now is a well-deserved break before we, you know, discuss our next steps."

His voice wavered, and murmurs of discontent and skepticism rippled through the crowd. Abel pressed on despite the growing tension.

"Come on," he continued with a strained smile, grabbing a spear from a nearby soldier. "We’re in Heaven! Heaven! Do we really need all these pointy things up here?"

His words hung in the air, met with a mix of incredulous stares. Abel felt the weight of their impatience pressing down on him, but he clung to his awkward grin like it was his only weapon.