A call to battle. The First of the Demons had broken through. Breeched into the prison of the angels, and now would escape. He would not let that happen. No for Chinasa was fast upon his legs, but the Grandmaster was ready. No demon should leave this pit for the destruction they would cause upon mankind. In her wisdom, Eyra sealed them away, though perhaps felt the same for her other kin. Too much had been sacrificed, too many lives lost in this petty squabble. The demons must remain, even if it meant continued imprisonment. For should they have failed to contain the demons, then one thousand years away from the earth was all for naught and Eyra failed.

With the grace of a cricket leaping off the supple leaves of tall bamboo, Wu Dan rose from his kneeling meditation, his eyes opening wide in fervor against Chinasa. The dust shaken off by sudden action, and through the air the Grandmaster flew, as if swimming through the air as fish would water. Even with his powers lessened, Wu Dan was capable of nearly defying the laws of physics as he did for years of martial training. The walls was his ground, as he leapt from each to ascend the stairway by rejecting it. Meditation had enlightened him, the mental fortitude keeping him ready for this very moment for when the chains broke, the demons must remain trapped within. Freedom was the price to pay for their failures, thus the children of humanity must rally to protect the world before vengeance upon Eyra. So there he was, interceding before the steps and Chinasa along the spiraling stairway, his presence to halt the movements of those all too ready to escape without their duties fulfilled.

"You shall not pass, Demon." His voice dusty and low, barely a whisper for centuries of disuse had weakened his roar. "I am duty-bound to stop you and all those who would seek to enslave humanity." His right hand was drawn up at the White one, as if forbidding Chinasa to pass with an open palm. "Those of us imprisoned here and have lost everything, we are here away from our Children to trap our chaotic brothers in this very pit. If we let them escape now, would we and our Children suffer for nothing?" His call to arms for his other angelic hosts to rise up and throw the demons back into their cells would whisper down into the lower chamber below.

"And if you were to not let us pass, you would all remain a prisoner here." A mocking voice, sweet like poison replied from below. Zhystkrexas smiled at the scene as he passed Kozz, Ash, Kilgarrah, Therelon, and Nefas Sen along with the others who came for their freedom. In his jaws, the remains of his bindings, that which entrapped him within in cell, chewed on by one who had not eaten in centuries. "And how would Eyra laugh at us as she strikes us down with impunity. Wu Dan, forgive me to say that you are too devoted to the concept of duty. Obsessed almost dare I say?" The vile poison in his words, mocking and twisting the meanings behind them. "So let's make a deal, we shall deal with Eyra first, for I believe that is what we all desire. And I know desires. And after we deal with her, we can return into this pit and go with the fisticuffs after we dine upon her. What say you oh wise and stoic Grandmaster?" A chuckle followed after as Zhystkrexas swallowed that which he chewed upon and began to gnaw on the head of a fallen guard one freshly killed by a dragon.

"Hrmh. Very well. She must be punished first. Then we shall settle the score as we should have done in the ages of yore." And with that, Wu Dan would nod to Chinasa and let the White Demon pass first into the world.