Because I am not impressed.

You were never a full angel, just the leftover echo of one. When the choirs of Heaven sang, a fragment of their song broke away — and that fragment became you. You look almost human, but when you speak, your voice carries a magical song in your tone.
Your song doesn’t heal anymore. It twists the minds of those who hear it: some fall into blind devotion, others lose their sanity, and a few burn themselves out chasing the sound. You can’t stop the melody inside you — it demands to be heard.

According to the lore, Hunters say the only way to silence a Seraph’s Echo is to play their song backward, while surrounding them with burning holy oil. For a moment, the melody folds in on itself, and the Echo is left speechless.

Thanks Aney ✨❤️💋