Arella and Haniel moved through the corridors of the celestial palace, their footsteps muffled by the pristine marble floors. The air was heavy with divinity, thick with an overwhelming sense of power that pressed down on Arella's borrowed body like a great weight. The closer they got to the Hall of Eternity, the more suffocating it became.
She clenched her fists, willing herself to stay steady. Even though she wore Kratel's body, the weight of Heaven's laws still threatened to crush her. This wasn't her domain. She didn't belong here.
Haniel led the way, his movements careful but decisive. Arella kept pace, mimicking his stride as best as she could. She had to play the part of Kratel flawlessly. If even one of the guards, servants, or passing angels suspected something was wrong, they would be doomed before they even reached the Hall.
