[center][h2]Molten Core-Respite rethought[/h2][/center]

Wrath had the briefest time to decide, but he decided to trust the old man and clasped his shoulder about a second before he increased his movement speed to inane levels of speed, arriving much faster than they would have walking. [color=FireBrick]"Right, well, I know who to look for if I ever need to make a quick get away."[/color] He looked around for a moment before patting Akoni's shoulder and heading down a hallway. [color=FireBrick]"And on that note, I bid thee adieu. Gotta report back to Uriel or I'll be in a small bit of trouble with her. Enjoy the Citadel."[/color]

And with that, the Nephilim set off at a brisk pace down the hall, setting about trying to find the World Tree and return to the White City. In his mind, at least, it would make sense for the Angels to have access to it after all. As he walked, he tried to come up with ways to break the news to Uriel that he now not only stood with the Angels of the Army of Light, but also with the Charred Council, which meant they'd have  a chance of having to fight his former brothers in arms. And no matter how he put it, it usually ended in the older and more experienced woman angelic warrior kicking his ass up and down the briefing room.