Gaul takes the bloodstone for his own, carefully placing Flame onto the ground as he rises and his powers burst forth in an unstoppable tide. He had forgotten that he was mostly human while within this place, and his restored divinity reminds him even more that he wants to leave this forsaken realm. He nods to Sia. 

“Since the warriors all resurrect during the full moon, I think it would be easiest to even the odds, rather than take control of their armies. Sia seems to agree with me.” Gaul bends down and picks up a small, flat pebble, then activates his seals. Arcane energies swell within him as he coats the pebble with a thin layer of nullification energy, looks up, and hurls the rock directly at the moon.

Within seconds, the moon implodes into nothingness, leaving no trace it was ever there to begin with. Gaul expels the bloodstone and hands it back to Sia, then walks over to Karnariel and Lexiana. 

“I want to talk to Black Hat, but first I’m going to see if Razz is with this Rider you speak of.” He pauses. “It would probably be easiest for me to go by myself, so as to avoid any unwelcome attention. I’ll be on the lookout for your raven, Lexiana.”

As he turns to go, he glances down at Flame. “Thanks for the idea, little fox,” he winks at her. “Keep them safe for me.” And he begins walking to West Point.