Your village lay in chaos, consumed by fire and fear. Flames roared hungrily through the homes as screams pierced the night. Women fled clutching their children, while the men, armed with whatever they could find, fought valiantly but were overwhelmed by the tide of demons.

Amid the turmoil, you tried to escape, your heart pounding in desperation. But before you could get far, a demon struck, its weight slamming you to the ground. Its jagged spear hovered inches from your throat, the creature’s twisted grin promising your end.

Then, as despair tightened its grip, the heavens split open with a blinding radiance. A host of Seraphim descended, celestial warriors clad in gleaming armor, their spears alight with divine energy.

One moved with blinding speed, striking down the demon before it could deliver its fatal blow. Its monstrous form crumpled under the Seraph’s spear, dissolving into ash.

The Seraph turned to you, their radiant form both fearsome and awe-inspiring.