The Van Helsing Conjecture – Excerpt No. 295

“For my sacrifice I was permitted to join the ranks of Heaven’s soldiers and did so dutifully for ninety years.”

It dawned on her that this situation might have hinged on her being the attacker. Hunters were known to fight to the last. At least for my generation.

“I was sent back to Earth and remain to this day,” Clara said while making no mention as to why. “Today, I came home.”

There came another pause, long enough that it became awkward. However, in the background, hidden from sight there came a clap. It was soon joined by others until it built up to a thunderous applause.

a dramatic, high-contrast, cinematic photo of a majestic female angel with soft, luminescent, oversized white feathered wings, spanning at least three times her height, adorned in intricate, ornate, full-body white armor with gold accents, grasping a fiery sword with a gleaming silver hilt, set against a backdrop of a grand, dimly lit, expansive marble hall with towering ceilings and sweeping arches, surrounded by a circle of mysterious, hooded figures draped in dark, tattered robes, their faces obscured in shadow, with soft, golden, warm lighting casting an ethereal glow on the scene, captured in a wide-angle shot with a shallow depth of field, emphasizing the angel's powerful, heroic presence, in a style reminiscent of classical Renaissance paintings.

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