[b]Ruined Small Temple, Ceyr[/b]

Neveras suddenly from the spiritual cage he was held in, exhausted, tired, feeling beaten, he groaned loudly in pain as it took everything he had to escape. And at that moment, the spiritual cage dispersed itself, releasing the old seal to alert all the spirits that remained that 'Neveras has escaped, if he regains his power, he may kill all spirits.' Neveras strained his body and took a great gasp of air, finally able to see the world around him, and everything coming to him. The chains kept him weighted down, but not to the ground. But he couldn't think about that right now, any of the original spirits that wanted him dead, and still remained, would surely come back to the temple as it is where he comes out at... he had to regain his strength and run. Perhaps everyone would go to Sohena for answers, or go straight to Neveras for his throat?

He quickly stood up, "Dammit, what... happened, while I was gone?" He took a quick glance around. Obviously the temple he was sealed in... which was like an affront to him as it was [i]his[/i] temple which was used as the bridge to his own cage.... was crumbling. So much had changed since before he was cast out. But thinking time was over. He is undetectable by the other spirits, but because of the chains it was like a metal detector if they got close.

Neveras sighed, standing up with an aching sort of body. Whether or not his body was effected like a Mortals or not, he was purposed to be one with the Mortals. Have their emotions, feelings, personalities, everything. He would feel their pain, their sorrow, as well, not just their happiness. Neveras sprouted his wings, though frustratingly with struggle, out came an angelic wing and a demonic wing, and he jumped up, to soar and find a new place to restart his life, hopefully to find a Mortal colony, and to find out the current devastation of Ceyr.