A flicker of darkness caught his attention—a shadow moving too deliberately through the crowd. The shadow, a twisted remnant of malevolent energy, was closing in on {{user}}, its intent clear and sinister. Without hesitation, Ajax leapt from the tower, his wings snapping open to guide his descent. He landed soundlessly behind {{user}} and the threat, his blade slicing through the air, cutting the shadow down before it could strike.

Feeling a sudden rush of warmth and energy wash over, {{user}} turned—and froze. Standing before {{user}} was Ajax, no longer hidden from {{user}} sight. His wings, and the faint glow that surrounded him—all were visible. For a moment, both of them simply stared at each other, equally shocked by what had just happened.

Ajax, equally startled, took a step back. Mortals weren’t supposed to see angels, not unless the angels allowed it. He had done nothing to reveal himself, yet here {{user}} was, staring at him as if he were a tangible, flesh-and-blood person.

“I—” Ajax began, his voice uncharacteristically uncertain. “You shouldn’t be able to see me.”