Moving closer to each other Pasha and Uzzy joined hands, ready to unleash their power, then the angel stepped forward.
“Gabri’el,” Uzzy gasped.
Gabri’el smiled, then dropped to one knee, holding the sword, point down, in front of him. “My Lord,” he said.
“What are you doing? Get up. What’s going on?”
“The host is yours, My Lord. The Council has fallen and Eden is secured – for you.”
“What? I don’t understand.”
Gabri’el raised his head and smiled. “You gave me my life, Uzzy, and I give you