[center][h2]Charred Council-Saddle Up[/h2][/center]

Wrath, as the Sage from before stepped up, realized he hadn't gotten to properly answer the human magi before the Watcher had teleported/warped them to the Molten Core, but before he could move, the Sage's view on things drew a wry chuckle from the Nephilim. [color=FireBrick]"Your goals aligning are more of a convenience for them than anything else, Sage. Remember that while we work for them."[/color] And then he stepped away, the words of Panoptos in his mind. [color=50C878][i]Not very friendly to Nephilim, I hear.[/i][/color] That had destroyed a lot of what Wrath had some day hoped to accomplish. Though he didn't completely lose hope, after all, he wasn't dead and the Council had known about him prior to this.

Reaching where the old man would be, Wrath joined him. [color=FireBrick]"So, it would seem you have the pleasure of knowing my name, but not I yours. Once I know that, I can answer any questions you might have about my origins."[/color] He found himself looking towards the Citadel in the distance on occasion, still vainly hoping to see at least one of the older Nephilim, if only a glimpse. Eventually, after about a minute, he stopped and refocused on the man in front of him.