Aven breathed a sigh of relief, as she made it out safely. Seems there was nothing to worry abo- His thoughts were cut off by the sense of a person nearby breathing their last. He traveled quickly to the source, finding an older man with a rather grotesque soul. It wasn't his responsibility to guide this soul, nor any other angel's. The body, however, was foaming at the mouth, and Aven's brow furrowed. They didn't... No, no, they're doing it all wrong!
Aven zipped around to find where the two had ended, safely outside the Estate. The angel rested his wings, and stood before them, his body materializing from the light, arms crossed. His voice rang with a subtle echo as he spoke. "Greetings, little revolutionaries. Care to share what you've been up to?"
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