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The Protectors moved within the confines of time only when they chose. Now, they bent it to their own will, fueled by the Almighty Father himself, and lowered themselves into the worldveil. The shedim had left this place, or they were too craven to appear when they sensed so many of the Protectors in one place together. A dozen blazing, white, winged Warriors inserted themselves into the lower levels of the place some mortals deemed an impenetrable fortress, the Unclean’s headquarters. As the Father’s swift, precise weapons of justice, nothing was an obstacle for them.
Most of them stood before the man they’d been sent to protect—the last of his kind—and his two companions. They spread their crystalline wings wide and raised their weapons in fearless defense. Two of them positioned th
