Some time later, Barbara and the new necromancer, Philip, were brought forth.
"Lord Angel," Barbara greeted, nodding respectfully to the formidable female warrior.
Angel's piercing gaze shifted to the young man clad in black robes. Philip, feeling the weight of her stare, felt a prickle at the back of his neck, an involuntary reaction to her overwhelming presence.
Despite her calm demeanor, Angel's aura was more intimidating than any official he had met at the Holy Dawn Academy. It was whispered that the Flügel, like Angel, bore the blood of ancient gods, reminiscent of legendary Amazon warriors in their might and mystique.
Rand assessed Philip skeptically, noting his youthful appearance and seemingly modest magical aura. "Boy, are you capable of performing the spirit-seeking technique?" he asked, his tone laced with doubt.