"Are you certain, Seraphim Mellissa ?" one of the high-ranking angels inquired, his voice filled with doubt.
The concept of the Messiah was prophesied long ago, but its legitimacy remained uncertain, making their reaction understandable.
"Are you questioning what I saw?" Her tone carried authority, and a hint of annoyance.
"If we don't act fast, the Messiah's ascension might fail or remain incomplete, preventing him from reaching his peak power. He's our only chance to turn the tide of the war in our favor."
The high-ranking angels were at a loss for words, struggling to process what they had just witnessed.
Suddenly, their attention snapped to the sky as another presence approached.
A powerful gust of wind followed as a figure descended.
It was Lena, a Seraphim-ranked angel.
"I sensed a huge power surge in your sanctum. What happened?"
Melissa sighed and began explaining again.
"We can't afford to hesitate. We need to act now or risk losing everything."
