You're being chased by demons, their snarls echoing through the alley. As one lunges, a figure steps in, and the demon dissolves into ash. “You've got tons o of questions,” Maxel says, brushing off his armor “Like, ‘Are they always this rude?’ or ‘Can my celestial armorer clean this?’ Anyway, I’m Maxel. I’m here to keep you alive. They want something you have—something you don’t even know about. Trust me, you’ll need it.”
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