Chapter 17Raphael
Flashes of lightning pierced through thick, dark clouds and violent winds. A multitude of white birds flew into the sky. Raphael’s heart was about to explode with every image—one second, the sea had raised giant waves, about to crush upon him; the next, he was standing in an empty dry wasteland with nothing but the dark horizon and an eerie silence.
These were memories of the Great War, seen by his Azelys predecessors.
Among the black storm stood a crying woman, her clothes flapping in the violent wind. Raphael reached a hand to comfort her, but it wasn’t his hand that caressed her face; it wasn’t his eyes she looked into for reassurance. Elden Azelys—Raphael was seeing the world through the eyes of the First Great Angel Ancestor. He saw everything his predecessor saw,
