The angel materialized in a realm of pure light.
White marble stretched as far as the eye could see, broken only by massive pillars that rose hundreds of feet into the air. Each pillar was carved with intricate patterns that shifted and moved when looked at directly, never settling into one fixed design. The sky above wasn't really a sky at all but an endless expanse of golden light, warm and radiant without any visible source.
Angels moved through the realm with purpose. Some carried scrolls and documents, their wings folding and unfolding as they moved between pillars. Others tended to floating gardens of ethereal flowers that glowed with soft light, their hands moving with practiced care. In an open courtyard to the left, a group of younger angels practiced combat formations with spears of pure light, their movements precise and coordinated.
