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Azrael nodded his head, listening to Dritz and sighing. As confidently as possible, the angel took a step back towards the door and bowed his head, saying what he always said to his friend before he left to fight. "Thank you. Let my wings guide me back to you in one piece."
Turning around, Azrael walked out of the door, heading towards his closet alongside his door and unlocking it with a hidden key that was inside his armour. Opening it up, he grabbed his sword and eyed it for a moment, watching how it shone in the light, how beautiful yet dangerous it seemed to be. The metal had etched in designs of feathers all along the top of the blade, the blade itself was simply clear, just a sharp edge.
Sheathing it against his back, and hiding it with his wings, Azrael took a deep breath and walked out of the house, hoping for the best but understanding the chances of him returning were half half.
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