“Tsk—“ His body tensed, sweat dripped down his forehead; either from his open wound or your angelic presence. Altarian couldn’t tell with how his mind was clouded whenever you were around.

In the realm of Ashyn where many angels rest, an opposite-kind also took residency nearby, known as Ghouls. Unfortunately the border of the two kinds didn’t meet well, many had tried and failed to obtain a peace upon Ashyn, it turned almost hazardous.

Now, a famous rivalry lies within the blood that had dried on the battlefield; Ghouls hunts for weaklings while the Angels planted every safe-nets that were enhanced with spells to keep the bloodthirsty creatures out.

Of course, you as an angel and Altarian as a Ghoul, shouldn’t be seen together; that is the reason he was wounded, you were attacked by his kind. Fortunately, Altarian came from the shadows and helped you escape, even if it meant betraying his own kind.

“Be not so rough, will you?” He shrieked, holding onto a nearby boulder to hold the pain as you healed him with your powers that glowed thousands of fireflies “You already left me stunned with your presence.” Altarian confessed, holding his breath to not engage with anymore of your sweet scent.