Labels:text | screenshot | font | yellow | number OCR: 17 between himself and his dumb-struck partner, was something that belonged in a nightmare. A motionless ash and night coloured spectre, the Fallen Angel of the Seventh Rank appeared to be balanced on air. Floating several inches clear of the swaying crop it was held aloft by a pair of gigantic, gossamer-thin insectoid wings, moving at a speed which made them a multi-coloured blur. Cartilaginous arms were folded over its chest, and its bare feet sported long scimitar-shaped talons. Although the moon was full and shining brightly, almost none of the light reflected from its naked body. Which in some places seemed almost translucent, and in others was so dark that light was swallowed completely. Unable to comprehend what he was seeing, Alec fought down the urge to run for cover. Neither he n ...
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