The Fox's core shattered in a supernova of brilliant golden light, buffeting waves of force surging in all directions, but he himself didn't care in the least.
He surged through the flames of ignited air and aether around him, pushing past them, uncaring for the maddening evolution he had begun to undergo.
He wanted to be great.
And to be great, he couldn't run from anything.
He had to face Hell head on.
A roar full of conviction shook the world, piercing through the noise and echoing just as loudly as a certain someone's laughter.
The Fox dove past the thick layers of wind, piercing into the eye of the storm and then… darkness.
A blank.
…
"…urh…"
A groan echoed.
Uriel stirred, and slowly, his pupils fluttered open just as his mind rose from drowsiness and clarity returned to him.
He sat up, feeling a soft mattress beneath him and silk sheets covering his naked frame. Bright light blinded him for a moment before he adjusted.
