The journey ahead was uncertain, but they had no choice but to move forward. The landscape was desolate, a wasteland that stretched endlessly in all directions. Yet, there was something in the air, something calling to them, guiding their path. It was as though the universe itself had a plan for them.
As they traveled, they encountered strange phenomena—visions of otherworldly beings, fleeting glimpses of light in the distance. They felt watched, as though unseen eyes were always upon them, waiting for something.
One day, as they crossed a vast plain, they came across a small, ruined temple. The air was thick with the scent of incense, and the sound of chanting filled the air. It was a surreal sight, a place that seemed untouched by time, standing alone in the middle of nowhere.
Inside the temple, they found a group of people—devotees, perhaps—gathered in prayer. The leader of the group, a woman with eyes that seemed to shimmer with an inner light, stepped forward.
"You have come," she said, her voice soft but commanding. "We have been waiting for you."
Gibreel and Saladin exchanged a look, both of them sensing that this was no ordinary encounter. The woman smiled.
"You are the ones chosen to bring balance to the world," she continued. "The wings you bear are not a curse. They are a gift—a sign that you are destined for something greater."