[EXT. BATTLEFIELD – DARK]
Thunder cracks as fire rains from the sky. An ANGEL Flies across the smoke-filled heavens, eyes scanning the earth. His flight halts. Below—on a lone park bench amid rubble and ash—a CHILD sits, legs swinging, calmly playing with a toy dinosaur. A soft seal glows on the child’s forehead. The angel descends, wings folding, sword lowering.
ANGEL: (quietly, in awe) The seal of the Living God… untouched.
The angel walks
Angel: Hello little one
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