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The gates of the north opened with a fanfare of steel scraping on steel, the hinges crying out in resistance to the motion about them. In the midst of the rising dust disturbed by the passing of the gates one not unlike the son of God Almighty could be seen stepping forth. His garb was a white tunic of humble design with a golden girdle about his torso yet hidden with wrappings of jet. Several pouches around his midsection held various weapons and strips of paper while what looked to be a cross was strapped to his back, the blade and the crosspiece of said cross extending behind his neck while the hilt was kept hanging below. From either side of the blade great wings stretched outwards, hardly moving an inch as the feathers spread around him in a swirling breeze that hardly existed.

Locks of dun danced about the face of the man, obscuring eyes like the sprawling cerulean seas as he looked out across the arena. While the name of the man may be taken as the son of the Almighty, features were wrong, the resemblance only remaining when viewed at a distance. There was a certain air about him, as if the name was a misnomer, but also held a grain of truth, as if he believed he was Jesus and had enough faith in that fact that such a belief had sparked something greater.

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