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Dabi straightened his back, his sword still in hand, as two figures emerged from the dark horizon.
Principal Raghnall Ferrin and Oracle Calvin, both Saints of immense renown, carried themselves with an air of authority that immediately drew attention.
Raghnall's silver-and-blue robes were immaculate despite the journey, the sigil of the Council of Saints emblazoned proudly across his chest.
Beside him, Calvin's wiry form seemed fragile in contrast, but his glowing green eyes hinted at a vast reservoir of power and knowledge.
"Dabi," Raghnall said, his deep voice resonating in the air like a comforting yet commanding echo. "You've done well to make it this far."
Relief flickered across Dabi's face for a moment but was quickly replaced by suspicion. His knuckles whitened as he gripped his sword, his gaze darting between the two Saints.