[center][h3][color=ffffff][s]     [/s] Battle [s]     [/s][/color][/h3][/center]Farris rose from the small crater formed when she collided against the ground, breaking into the catacombs much like the Dragon. Her stoic attitude didn't change, despite the heavy hit. The Herald brushed the dust off of herself, after eliminating any nearby Demon Roses, and flew back into the air.

Farris rejoined the fight in time to see that there was one more demon still willing to oppose Saef and her. The Dragon seemed to be preparing its strongest attack. Saef's spell disrupted it but wasn't enough to force the dragon to a halt, because of the —was that a harpy?— demon deflecting part of it. This gave the time Farris needed to snare the Dragon —and possibly the corrupted harpy, too— in crystal chain, rendering it unable to dodge what came next: Farris response for a foe as powerful and brute as the Demon Rose Dragon. Such a response came in the form of a huge crystal meteor, hurtling from the skies right at them.
[center]■ ■ ■ ■ ■[/center]The Dragon's breath attack was interrupted by Saef's magic. Thanks to Atarah's attempts at mitigating the effect, it wasn't totally wasted though and the great demonic beast could recover the energy it lost in a matter of moments. However, just as it was about to unleash its destructive might at the Heavenly warrior, chains of holy crystal bound it in place, forcing the Dragon's maw close and cutting its mobility.

All of the blood it gathered, splashed back on the ground like a rain of corrupted vitae, painting the earth in its vivid crimson. Such a view would be beautiful if Victoire's magic wasn't the apex of unholiness. [color=ed1c24][i]Crimson roses; as beautiful as they are tragic.[/i][/color] Nevertheless, such beauty was fleeting. Just like roses are born, bloom and wither so did the Dragon as soon as Farris' divine smite rained upon it.

The destruction of the Dragon also expunged the remaining Demon Roses from the rest of the battlefield. Looks like Victoire's magic had finally worn off after her last creation was defeated. A wind as cold as death itself blew the withering petals away, sealing the Angels' victory, unless... any more opposition was left.
[center][h3][color=ffffff][s]     [/s] Other Events [s]     [/s][/color][/h3][/center][color=ed1c24]"..."[/color] Victoire raised her head silently, looking into the distance, far beyond Pandemonium's walls. For a moment she seemed upset —or was it sad?— before turning to face the remainder of Hell's leadership. [color=ed1c24]"It seems like our efforts were in vain,"[/color] she said in a low voice, [color=ed1c24]"Excuse me, I must... rest now. Even if our efforts were void, I gave it all that I had. The fatigue is catching up with me,"[/color] Victoire added.

She curtsied graciously —though, not as pompously— once more before walking away from the Hell's throne room. On her way out of the Demon Fortress, Victoire tried to avoid contact with anyone else. The Blood Countess was visibly upset. There was no telling what could happen if she was disturbed now.
[center]■ ■ ■ ■ ■[/center][color=ffd700]"Well, this place looks kinda neat,"[/color] Diana said as Suparna and she explored the frozen lands. A metallic sound ringing loud and rhythmically on her ears came from the direction the two of them took called Diana's attention. As the two of them approached the busy square, it became evident that it was the workshop of a blacksmith. Weapons and armor hung from the same eaves as horseshoes and spades, a testament to Asgard's lifestyle.

Other shops and businesses, like an inn-tavern that looked more like a celebration hall, lined themselves along the road, all leading to what seemed to be the core of this settlement: A great stone building whose entrance was flanked on each side by statues of the Angel of Death carved in polished obsidian, which was so prevalent in these volcanic lands. [color=ffd700]"I don't know about you, but if I were looking for directions, that would be the place I'd go first,"[/color] Diana commented kinda goofily as the two of them walked around.