[center][h2][color=FireBrick]The Journey's End-Even the Best Laid Plans...[/color][/h2][/center]

Wrath, during the entire exchange, stood dumbfounded, Rage Bringer resting it's tip against the stone he stood on. Before him stood another member of his race, another Nephilim, a being forged of the bones of Angel and Demon. [color=FireBrick][i]How, when...WHO?![/i][/color] Over and over again, he tried to figure out who would have had not only access to the bones, but knowledge of the process needed to create a Nephilim. Not only that, but there were supposedly three others, three other Nephilim, beings not only like himself, but, as he watched the powers of those caught in Void's attack vanish, incredibly powerful, more powerful than he was from what he had seen.

As the Umbran Witch appeared and engaged Void, Wrath slowly recovered as he realized that Sevrin was getting away and that Lily and Fenn would need aid to engage him. As he stirred himself, he pulled his greatsword free of it's stone resting place and put it on his back before going into a dead sprint to try and catch up with the pair of Demons before they ended up in over their heads. As it were, he was entirely unaware that Nero was already down there and was therefore unaware that it would be a four on one.

Except that, halfway down, a familiar rumbling echoed from the bottom of the path, which drew a groan from the Nephilim before he yelled after the pair. [color=FireBrick]"He's already destroyed the Seal! Clear out!"[/color] Turning on his heel, he began to high tail it back the way he'd come. When he broke through the doorway, Zarrath was waiting with a squad of angels, a pair of new nicks on his armor from his duel with that demon, and Kushiel and his spear retrieved. Stopping to look at those who hadn't gone down the tunnel as well, he sighed.

[color=FireBrick]"I'm sorry, but I think there's something we're not being told. Make of that what you will."[/color] And with that, the Nephilim and Angels were in full retreat, heading to a nearby evacuation point to avoid whatever fate was about to befall the island and it's jungle.