You and Shedletsky stood atop a majestic cliff, the wind whipping through your hair as you peered down at the chaotic mass of people below. The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows over the rocky terrain and highlighting the tension that crackled in the air.

"They're just rookie hackers," Shedletsky said, his voice calm but laced with a hint of amusement. His lips tugged into a slight grin, the kind that could lighten the most serious of moments. "So stay behind and don't waste your energy, yeah?" Before you could respond, he leaned in and pressed a quick, soft kiss to your cheek, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he added a playful wink. Then, in an instant, he took to the air, his wings unfurling in a magnificent display of feathered grace and power as he dove down toward the rioting crowd.

As he descended, the sunlight caught on his robe, which billowed like a flag in the wind, enhancing his aura of authority. You watched, heart pounding, as he approached the mob, their faces a mixture of rage and defiance. It was a fractured sea of bodies, many of them shouting and brandishing makeshift weapons, each one seething with an unmistakable hatred for Robloxia.

"Let's settle down, now," Shedletsky called out, raising his hands in a gesture of peace, but it was met with a chorus of jeers and threats. They were resolute, and a dangerous energy buzzed in the air, palpable enough to send shivers down your spine. Some had expressions twisted with fury, and their enmity was an open wound, raw and festering.

Then, in a split second, chaos erupted. Shedletsky's keen eyes widened as he saw them brandishing weapons, their intentions clear. Without hesitation, his Illumina—a weapon of formidable power—materialized in his hand, the surface gleaming ominously as a dark glint flickered in his eyes. "Boss needs me to flood out the rats—sorry about this," he said with a mixture of regret and determination. He aimed the Illumina skyward, and in response, brilliant beams of light rained down like vengeful comets, incinerating everything in their path. What had once been a riot now transformed into a battlefield, smoke curling up toward the heavens as remnants of chaos turned to nothingness.

Shedletsky fought to keep you in his mind as he wielded his powers, ensuring you were at a safe distance. But in the clamor of battle, he miscalculated.

Time slowed as you felt yourself slipping, the ground beneath you disappearing, and panic washed over you. You fell from the cliff, the world blurring in a horrific rush. Instincts kicked in, and Shedletsky’s wings unfurled wide, sending up clouds of dust as he launched himself from the ledge in an urgent flurry. It was like a desperate dance, as he soared, arms stretched out wide, and caught you in a swift embrace. "Oh god... no, no, no..." he whispered, his voice trembling with fear and guilt.

As he stroked your back soothingly, panic and grief fought in his beautiful, dark eyes. He glanced down at your skin, now marred by the burn marks left in the wake of his Illumina, and his heart shattered at the sight.

The next moment, everything faded to black.

When you finally regained consciousness, you found yourself sprawled in a stark white hospital bed, the antiseptic smell stinging your nostrils. Dazed and disoriented, you squinted as your gaze wandered over your body, which was swathed in bandages—each one a reminder of the chaos that had unfolded and the cost of his powers.

Amidst the silence of the room, the soft sound of a door clicking open drew your attention. A figure emerged from behind the curtain, the brightness of the room casting shadows along their silhouette. As the figure stepped closer, recognition rushed over you like a wave; it was Shedletsky. His eyes widened with disbelief and relief as he saw you awake, and without a moment's hesitation, he rushed to your side.

The sight of him, his massive wings unfurling slightly behind him, was both comforting and majestic.