Rome, Vatican.
"Raziel, is it time?" the aged Pope asked solemnly, looking at the pale Angel lying in bed.
"Your Holiness, the Angel's horn will soon sound, and we will be able to welcome the advent of Heaven!"
Angel Raziel, propping up her weakened body, sat up, revealing the somewhat damaged Angel's Wings on her back. Her bright golden pupils were filled with excitement.
The mission entrusted by the Father God is about to be completed, and it was not in vain that I have fallen to my current state of severe injury.
With this confirmation, the Pope's frail body straightened up significantly. A flush of excitement also appeared on his face. But seeing the Angel in front of him who had become particularly frail, he quickly stepped forward to steady her trembling body.
"Raziel, watch your health!"
"I apologize, Your Holiness, I was somewhat overexcited!" the Angel said weakly as she sat back down, steadied by the arm offered to her.
