[center]In the aftermath[/center]

Wrath's breathing had grown heavier after his elaborate move to remove the mad goddess' head, but he was hardly noticing the pain. He was too busy enjoying the fact the he could now add "God Slayer" to his resume should he ever need to name his accomplishments. However, a sharp twinge of pain racking his abdomen when he tried to stand up reminded him that the action was not going to be so forgettable for the time they'd remain in the Under Sky. The impact of their shadowy guide hitting the ground brought him out of thoughts, but the burnished bronze figure in front of him, who had descended from the sky shortly after Panoptos' landing, set the Nephilim on edge. Everything he said he sounded convinced of, and while no one LIKED the Charred Council, no one could deny that they had always done their job well.

However, the figure did not pick a fight and vanished shortly after Panoptos came back with a counter argument and some accusations. Regardless, the figure's disappearance set the Nephilim at ease. [color=FireBrick][i]Aeon...interesting name...[/i][/color] He puzzled on it while Lily made jabs at their guide, but was jolted to reality once more by the Watcher's statement. He had 45 seconds to find a way up to the seal. [color=FireBrick]"...Ass."[/color] Spotting a piece of the Seal floating lower than the others, he hurled Rage Bringer at it, receiving a satisfying sounding thunk when the blade stuck as intended.

With one last look around, the Nephilim crouched and leapt once more, his side and leg groaning in protest at the action, but he managed to catch the hilt of his sword regardless. He swung up on top of the weapon then the top of the small piece, repeating the process to put himself standing on his sword on the seal itself. He, of course, knew that his weapon was far from enough to shatter the seal, so he didn't worry too much.