Late at night, when the silent shroud of darkness enveloped all things, Elias released his power to fulfill Alex's request. The Angel's perception spread like invisible ripples across the city of Dune.
Amidst the chaos and din of the mortal world, Elias sensed that the auras within this city were becoming increasingly turbid. Negative emotions intertwined, and where chaos thrived, evil was easily born.
Elias withdrew his aura and slowly opened his tightly shut eyes.
He had found nothing. A powerful existence was interfering, concealing the auras related to his authority within the city, acting like a thick black mist that obscured the vision of a deity.
"You couldn't find it?"
The next morning, hearing Elias's feedback, Alex was startled. His hands, which were busy tying his shoelaces, froze.
The Angel's tone was grave and low, carrying a warning as if a great calamity was smoldering within the city.
