The moment Uriel touched the gate and accepted the weight of the runic lock's wills, he was teleported into the strange memory.
A memory of his execution.
He watched it all unfold and then, he was pulled elsewhere.
…
SHOO!
A body dropped onto cold stone floors, the sound heavy and echoing across the large, cavernous space around.
"…argh…"
Uriel, thanks to his ridiculous amount of body enhancements, was entirely fine.
If he'd survived a fall from the skies as a G-Ranker, such a fall wouldn't be anything able to harm him.
Still, sprawled on the floor, he groaned in pain, one hand holding his head, which thumped with deep agony, while the other held his bleeding chest, where a deep burn mark could be seen.
Where his runic scar had once been, and now, wasn't.
'Damn it!'
Emrys followed after Uriel moments later, dropping from a portal above and deftly landing beside him. Instantly smelling the blood on Uriel and seeing his state, he stood on guard.
