"…"
Enoch didn't answer.
Long moments passed.
SHAH!
Ayah dismissed her chimeric form, her body shrinking and returning to its slender grace, her long lavender hair falling in waves, her piercing clear blue eyes pulsing with sharpness.
Her massive armour adapted to her body, shrinking and becoming much lighter, suited for agile movement.
Enoch sighed.
His sigh was deep, ancient, and weary, so much so that the aether in the surroundings reacted to it, coiling around him almost as if to reassure him.
Ayah's eyes widened. Such things only ever happened to Uriel.
"What's going on?!" she blurted out, unnerved by his silence.
With both of their quotas met and kings defeated, the most pressing matter would be attending to Uriel. Though the formation in the skies told them he was still alive, he remained the weakest of them all.
Knowing Uriel, she was sure he'd be able to find a way to let the formation run even if he died.
They had to get to him as soon as possible.
