"What's going on over there?"
"Open your eyes. That's Lord Michael."
"Fighting? Since when does he—"
"Two years. Every few days. You'd know that if you came around more."
"Well I don't, so explain it to me."
"Short version, he's training someone. Lord Nihil's son."
"...Which son."
"Think about it. What kind of person gets Michael's personal attention? The Vessel of Samael Eveningstar of course!"
"The Vessel is here? Right now, he's in there?"
It drew a crowd the way it always did. Word moved fast through the Garden and angels who had no business being in that part of Eden found reasons to drift over, hovering in loose rings around and above the dome's golden shell, craning to see through something that wasn't meant to be seen through. Michael fighting was a rare enough sight. The Vessel of Samael Eveningstar being in the Garden at all was something most of them had never expected to witness.
"He looks... average, honestly."
"He's getting completely dismantled."
