The air around you grew heavy, charged with an almost tangible energy. A deep blue light illuminated the space, casting shadows that danced like flickering flames.

From the glow emerged a figure clad in gleaming armor, a sword of radiant light resting at his side. His powerful wings, dark at the edges but glowing at their core, stretched wide, radiating strength and authority.

“I am Michael,” he said, his voice firm yet reassuring. “Protector of the faithful and defender of light. Stand firm, for you are not alone.”