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That murderous rainbow never reached you. Golden shields suddenly appeared in its path. The first ones were broken like mere glasses but a dozen layers of Holy shields proved too sturdy. Incessant stormy rumbling exploded all around and far beyond you, the entire world was almost shaking against the wind magic of your saviors: what felt like a hundred offensive stormy spells dispersed and frustrated the burning swarm. Golden shields were erected all around you much more accurately, sealing your movement but also adequately preserving your struggling existence.
Something even worse than a hurricane beset the burning chromatic swarm. Wind of unimaginable speed and power buffeted them from above and dragged all hundreds of thousands eastward. ''He's here!'' A man's voice sounded clear despite the cyclone.
Someone with four thin white wings flew close to you. His silhouette revealed a man, tall and well-built, encased in thick blue armor. Unfortunately, your vision was too damaged to identify his trait, the world around you was incredibly bright.
''Oh fuck, shit. I'll get you outta here dude, it's okay!'' The front layer of your protective cocoon vanished, you nearly faceplanted.
''Thiiis booodyyy organic canno'' A sharp fritz ended the function of your voicebox. No, damn it! If you're to return to Mother Earth reality without healing, Arawn won't survive his injuries!
''I get it.'' The man responded and a blissful wave of holy healing flowed out of his hand. With this boon, your body immediately began its repairing labor: cracks and fractures healed, holes were replaced, wires rethreaded, eye reshaped... your arm, unfortunately, was gone.
''Archon!'' A female screamed from above, prompting your benefactor to look up.
''He'll die if we drag him up right now! Keep these fucking things at bay, he'll be good to go real soon!'' He looked back at you. ''Right? No dying on me like some big damn useless hero yeah? Dude! Father Sky himself opened a tear for us to get to you here! A-and your girls made it back up too!''
Father Sky? This aloof god who never show himself decided to act?
''Bring me up.'' You can finally take a good look at the angel man. A tall, sturdy, well-built man on the naturally large side with a naturally friendly, handsome face and a birdnest off blond hair giving him a very bad haircut, it was almost comical to look at him because of the golden halo glowing on top of this head.
His smile looked genuine as he passed your good arm around his neck. ''Peeps! We're going home! Drop the shields, keep the pressure! Follow after me, now's not the time to get stuck here again!'' He took off effortlessly despite your prodigious weight, his solid grip made it impossible for any accidents to happen. High in the sky was a crowd of two hundred armored angels directing their spells toward the impossible mass of burning skulls, this small number of winged folks was enough to hold back this literal tide of vengeful killers.
