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Hilda gripped her sword apprehensively as she grimly surveyed the damage to the temple: marbled columns lay in ruins, statues shattered into dust, and the sacred altar to Lorule’s triforce cracked and broken.

The sounds of enemy hoplites crashing through the doors reached her ears and with a trademark frown, she turned to her companion, the former cowardly mechanic.

It had been some time since he had last visited Lorule, and it was as much a culture shock to Azrael then as it was now.  The sprawl of New Hyrule was so vastly different from the contained and painfully cramped atmosphere of Lorule’s floating mechanical mass, and the caste system baffled him.  More unsettling still was that apparently ever present monster cult, something that Azrael found most peculiar; he wasn’t entirely certain anymore which was more unsettling, being hated or being worshipped for what he was.

If nothing else, it certainly made a change from being a nonhuman or a Leth.