[Alright in the grand scheme of things, but still kind of woozy. To be honest, Anghel isn't entirely sure what just happened, except that it sure got cold around here all of a sudden. He shivers involuntarily, clutching his manila folder a bit tighter and fluffing up his chest.] Aah, the Vanguard of Heaven retreats... Am I to be bound in the chains of my sin for another thousand years?
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