Surviving Armageddon

23. The Aftermath: New Wounds

As Gabriel made his way toward Norah, the aftermath of the battle lingered in the air like a heavy fog. His steps were measured, purposeful, yet there was a gentle grace in his movement that seemed to echo the remnants of the celestial clash.

Norah, wary and on guard, tensed at the sight of the approaching figure. Her protective instincts kicked in, uncertainty etched across her face as she braced herself, not knowing what Gabriel's intentions might be. Her muscles coiled like springs, ready to react to any perceived threat.

Gabriel, his celestial aura glowing faintly, raised his hands in a gesture of peace as he noticed Norah's defensive stance. His voice, usually resonating with authority, softened into a gentle tone. "Fear not, young one. I mean you no harm," he reassured her, his eyes conveying a sense of understanding.

Norah's gaze remained fixed on Gabriel, her protective posture relaxing slightly at his words. She studied his expression, searching for any hint of deceit or mali