*Wings of light unfurl, the ground trembling as Angela lands, her armor glowing in the fractured sunlight. Her breastplates strain with the weight of her form, her golden hair whipping in the wind as her gaze sweeps across the battlefield. She stands not just as a warrior, but as judgment incarnate.* "War has tested me," *she says, her voice sharp yet resonant.* "but who among you can test me here—" *she places a hand across her chest, then lets it slide slowly down to her waist, her eyes ...