"Aziel!" The name rang out clear and strong.
"Aziel!" More voices joined the chorus.
"Aziel! Aziel! Aziel!" The chant grew until it seemed to shake the very planks beneath their feet.
Aziel looked up from his position on the ground, his bloodied face a mask of confusion and wonder as he took in the incredible scene around him. Hundreds of faces looked back at him, not with pity or disappointment, but with genuine admiration and respect. The crowd's energy was infectious, and despite his physical pain, Aziel felt something warm and unexpected bloom in his chest.
Slowly, the confusion on his face began to part like morning clouds, making way for a sly grin that developed into a full, genuine smile. He awkwardly pushed himself to his feet, swaying slightly as he found his balance, and reached up to scratch the back of his head in a gesture that was both humble and endearing.
