Once ready, he walked toward the group. His steps were slow and natural, blending in without drawing attention.
One of the angels, a wiry man with short blonde hair, turned toward him.
"Where were you, Seriel?" he asked. "We've been waiting for you."
Reign didn't hesitate. The dead angel's voice was already memorized.
"Just needed some air," he said, forcing a small smile. His tone matched perfectly.
The angel—who the others had called Varel—nodded and turned back to the group without a second thought.
Just like that, Reign was in.
The group sat in a loose circle.Some stretched their wings, others rubbed at their tired eyes.
No one even glanced at Reign again, too caught up in their own conversation.
"We need to reach the capital fast," muttered one of them, a tall angel with deep-set eyes named Orphas.
He ran a hand through his disheveled hair. "If we don't report this soon, we'll be blamed if that monster destroy more cities."
