While the Divine Son hovered over the night skies, the downpour of rain continued in great amounts. The constant rumbling and Flashes remained adamant, and most especially, a gnawing feeling bit at him.
His gaze narrowed as he placed his hand on his chest.
'....why do I feel like this is only the beginning?'
He wondered when a sudden wisp in the air caught his attention.
His body flinched in surprise but was masked well by his indifference.
For a moment, the rain fostered his sensitivity, blocking his ability to sense people by their energy patterns
But that was soon overcome, and recognizing the familiar figure, a smile found its way from his lips.
"Attacking from behind now, are we?" He asked as he turned around towards the figure.
The figure smirked in return, his Elven ears perking up in pleasure.
With arms folded and body cladded in silver armour, the Elven Prince seemed to have made his entrance.
"Wouldn't that be great?"
