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The next battle had been called forward among those residing in the Nexus; it was business as usual then. Such was life in this plane of constant strife and warfare. Yet it would seem other forces at place beyond the three Factions were starting to call shots and put stakes of claim to those within this sphere of influence. And as the voice of Helena echoed far and wide among the deep reaches that were the Nexus, it would invoke a myriad of reactions.

[color=gold]“That arrogant creature of the dark,”[/color] the Imperator said with high disdain, raising a hand to pinch the bridge of her nose. Helena interfering would set them back of course, but it also meant risking the ire will of those who saw fit to oversee this entire operation. And she would not present those beings with empty results and a failed game, not when they’d been at it for so long.

[color=gold]“Iona. Go towards the Oblivion Dungeon and deal with this disturbance personally,”[/color] the Imperator said aloud, contacting the Dark Archangel across distances. With luck, Iona head to the battle immediately after her meeting with her masters; though to call in Iona of all people? How much was Helena going to gambit away if the Imperator saw fit to summon her instrument of doom to the battlefield?

And then there was Miyu. Miyu, who at this point was proving to be more of a hindrance to keep at her side than anything else. The Imperator was honestly surprised the Angel had not yet defected from Heaven to become a rouge of sorts among the Neutral Areas. [color=gold]“If you’re so concerned about the details, you should go towards the battle and seek your answers; pair yourself up with Zeruel. If you’re not , you can stay here,”[/color] she said. [color=gold]"What will you choose Miyu? Indeed, what will you choose,”[/color] the Imperator mused, wondering what Juno, who still stood there, would do about all this.

Back in the depths of Hell, Lucille listened to Henry’s report with a frown. In truth, she couldn’t blame him for backing out. That pesky weapon Eos had brought out at the last moment sounded like a certain tool meant to erase things forever; and she couldn’t do with an erased army now could she. But in the end, it winded up not even mattering because Helena’s projected message changed the game for everyone.

With that said and done, the effect on Henry was clear. As he ranted and raved, Lucille slowly turned a predatory stare onto him. She said nothing as he made his intents to defect known, said nothing to his bold claims of finding out the truth, and nothing even to the words he said to her daughter earlier. Instead, she watched; because as he stepped out of the portal, he’d find a parasol jammed through his back and out his stomach, sticking in there.

[color=00a651]“Go ahead and fight,”[/color] Lucille announced to the rest of Hell, lounging back in her thrown and already considering the options of obtaining a new parasol.