[center][h2]The Journey's End?[/h2][/center]

Wrath moved in a whirlwind, Rage Bringer downing, or more breaking apart, each construct that came towards him as fast as possible. However, he couldn't dodge, counter, or avoid everything and he bore a number of nicks and cuts where his armor didn't protect him and his armor a veritable array of dents and scuffs everywhere else. As it went on, the Nephilim began to wonder just what the test was when the swarms were gone and instead of the slight resistance of several thousand tiny insect body there was only air, causing him to stumble forwards and almost off the platform. [color=FireBrick]"That was right cheap."[/color] Turning after using the tip of his sword to catch himself, he realizes the behemoth had moved underneath of the platforms and followed everyone else to it's head, rolling upon landing to cushion the fall.

The trip itself was strange, if oddly relaxing, not having to worry about getting jumped by more of those blasted spiders or any other unpleasant surprises. Though he did wonder what this age old enemy was. And as they approached Wit's End, the light it threw reminding him of heaven, he approached their guide. [color=FireBrick]"Alright, let's hear it. Who is it our friend here is wanting us to fight?"[/color]