The air crackled with celestial energy, a tangible force that made the hairs on Ethan's arms stand on end. He stood on the precipice, the wind whipping around him on the rooftop overlooking the sprawling cityscape. Below, the Order of Gabriel had Clara pinned, their faces grim masks under the harsh glare of spotlights. Each carried weaponry that hummed with arcane power, glyphs etched into their surfaces gleaming ominously.