Arella's eyes, once gentle pools of light, now burned with a bright golden glow Castiel had never seen before. Her lips had been pulled down in a frown, pressed tightly against each other.
Arella exhaled, and with that breath, the fire that surrounded her body coiled upward, forming a massive set of wings made entirely of holy flame. Castiel had never seen anything like this. It was as if, her true power had awoken, one that he was not privy to.
"Ella." He called out her name softly.
Arella turned her gaze to him, and a small smile graced her lips. It felt as if the entire world had gone silent, as if the very air was holding its breath in reverence to her presence.
Her gaze turned toward the enemy forces, and she lifted her hand, fingers curling as golden magic condensed at her palm.
