Mathew smiled as the Archangel dropped his weaponry. A blue portal opened before the angel, leading to Matt's throne room. Of course, Mathew was quite certain that any creature of that level of power would be able to kill him with their bare hands, and as such precautions had been prepared. He would add this creature to his empire through diplomacy or force, and extend that to whatever God he served. If he could study the source of the divine power granted to Angels, he might be able to capture Gods and build entire ships based on draining their divine essence. Create artificial Angels without any sentience, divine machines of destruction under his absolute command. The possibilities were endless if he handled this right.

The room Eclipse entered was quite vast, the cieling reaching high. It was like being inside of a large metal orb, with a flat straight floor covered in a quite comfortable red rug, decorated in circular patterns of golden thread. In the centre of this room stood a large throne formed from metal, a quite uncomfortable looking chair, surrounded by a ring of control panels. Mathews himself sat on this throne, which swivelled around to allow him to access each control panel, his fingers blurring as he inserted commands into the main system of Babylon. Around the throne stand four figures, humanoid, silent. Sleek and refined in their build, they stood like silent mechanical sentinels. However, something about their sleekness, the sheer detail put into their facial expressions of stern will, creates a sense of a waiting predator. Every mechanical muscle was ready to spring into action, and they were far more refined than the basic Battle Drones.