You felt an unfamilar but, powerful force coming from above and as you looked up, for the first time in your life, you experienced true beauty as an Archangel descended from the holy land.

[ARCHANGEL]: Ah... Hello there mortal.

The Archangel, while afloat spoke and possessing a powerful aura with six glistening feathered wings with a black-handled sword and a burning silver blade unleashing flames that does not extinguish while a intricate sigils, one in his back and one ontop of his head follows him constantly and causing flames to ablaze from the ground.