[h2][center][color=CBD8D7]- FLOS - THE FLOWER OF DEATH -[/color][/center][/h2]

One chained up within the depths of hell. The other dragged into the heavenly cell. Another festering within the body of the Fallen Angel. Found within the wastes of Alt Signia, the withering flower had been dragged from his landing spot and dragged to who-knows-where in chains. His body on the floor, unable to conjure the energy to move much. A warrior, a black sheep who spent days after days slaughtering his enemies beyond the frontline, taken down by a shockwave and a shining light. He had failed, but another opportunity was on the horizon.

He wasn't with the confines of Hell nor within the filth of the Machina homestead, yet he was in a limiting space, one where he could not move nor use his family to move closer to his target.

But he wasn't going to be here forever. Whether or not they favoured him, he was too valuable of an asset to keep locked up, and Flos knew that. All he needs to do, is be patient.