“Well done on the disguises, Shea,” Raphael complimented. She smirked. “Thanks. It was easy.” We also showed them our forearms, where Shea had covered our Celestial tattoos, and replaced them with a Dark Mage death mark. Now it was Michael’s turn to look impressed. “Your talent is not being used to the fullest in the Fallen Army,” he declared. Raphael waved him off dismissively. “Save that for when they get back.”
