[center][h2][color=FireBrick]The Journey's End-Wavering Faith[/color][/h2][/center]

Wrath glanced up as he felt the familiar presence of the Archangel Zarrath arrive, along with the semi-familiar presence of Kushiel, though he didn't care for the bastard. The Army of Light and Laguna Hierarchy kept their forces separate for good reason, since the truth was that the two angel breeds simply didn't care for the other. It often lead to brawls in the White City, but they had yet to try and kill each other. And then there was Kushiel, unique because he not only was a part of the Army of Light, but was augmented by Laguna technology, or whatever they called it. Still, the arrival of the pair indicated that victory for the angels was near. Well, specifically the arrival of the grey-winged Zarrath, as he very much preferred to lead from the front.

Slightly preceding the two angel commanders, Lily, Fen, Souta, Akoni, and some guy the Nephilim had yet to meet before now arrived, and seeing three of the four, his mind returned to his doubts about the power the Council truly held. [color=FireBrick][i]Bah, think on it another time. For now, we have a job to do.[/i][/color] Kushiel spoke, congratulating everyone and saying that a great victory had been won for Heaven and the Council alike. Wrath, who had spent the majority of his time dealing with a broodmother and her ilk, liked what he had heard so far and nodded. When the request for the orbs was given, he frowned at his own. He could certainly feel that this Orb, whatever it was, contained powerful magic, but didn't know why Kushiel would need it. His frown only deepened when Fen and Lily spoke at the same time. [b]"No."[/b]

It was at this juncture the Nephilim spoke up. [color=FireBrick]"Alright, so call me oblivious, but what exactly is so important about this orb?"[/color]