It certainly was a time in need of any extra hands. The Angar-Ryllans were swiftly mobilizing on countless fronts, and even a swordsman and his company could do damage in multiple ways. Cathrel crossed her arms, lifting a finger to her lips as if in contemplation. She traced over her memory of various universes, deducing which would be best for these so-called 'Burning Wings', that or which one needed the most help. Mystique came to mind; several blips of foreign entities were making their way into the universe from elsewhere, slowly but surely, consistent with the use of sabotage and espionage. Large as the Burning Wings might have thought themselves, they were nothing against a true Angar-Ryllan force. Cathrel did not know if the assailants of Mystique were Angar-Ryllan in origin, but it was much more probable these men could serve as guards and lookouts moreso than a formidable fighting force.

"I am unfamiliar with the energy you and your men exhibit, so I cannot say I know of your home universe either. What I can do though, is help you along the way towards giving your Burning Wings a purpose here in the multiverse. You'd be surprised how useful your skills can be out there," she smiled. With a twirl of her staff, a portal opened up at her side, revealing an image of a phenomenally darker world than the Nexus's tranquil atmosphere. She waved a hand at her nose and grimaced. "I forgot how musty the place was." With a gesture, she beckoned for Talon and his entourage to enter, the portal just big enough to allow two men through at a time.

"I'll clarify you on where you are to go and do once we're all through. Chop chop!"