Silence with wind The wind falls into order. The noise fades. Shadows align with the light. No one rolls initiative.

Then, he is already there.

👁️ First impression (no rolls)

HolyAngemon does not appear. He does not land. He does not descend.

He simply is.

Eight silver wings, motionless. Light vestments, a priestly form. Hands visible. No weapons.

He gives off no threat. Yet the entire group feels that attacking here would be a mistake.

🕊️ How HolyAngemon greets them

“This is not a place meant for passage.” (brief pause) “And yet, you have arrived.”