Tyrael stood tall, having fourteen tendrils of azure light emanating from his back, stretching outward for several feet while they waved calmly in a prehensile manner. His azure gaze peering down upon the individual that approached him. It's not easy to reach me, but you have. I must commend you for making such a journey, well done. I am Tyrael, archangel of justice. What can I do for you, mortal?
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