Uriel's expression didn't change. "You have no choice. If you truly cared for her, you would understand that this is the only way. Hand her over, and I will ensure her peace. If you resist..." Uriel's voice trailed off ominously, the subtle implication hanging in the air.
Azzy stood there, weighing the situation, Claire's unconscious form still cradled in his arms. The light from his wings flickered, responding to his inner turmoil. His mind raced with conflicting thoughts, but one thing was certain—he wasn't about to let Uriel take her without a fight.
"I'm not handing her over to you," Azzy said firmly, his voice resolute. His wings flared behind his back as he lifted his head, eyes burning with determination. "With the sword of radiance, I can leave with Claire and go anywhere in the universe. You can't stop me, Uriel."
