"…"
The crimson-robed guardian stood frozen.
They remained so for long moments, their aura wildly fluctuating from chaos to calm, in a loop none seemed able to break.
The air around the leading Guardian shook and suddenly became frigid cold as a veil of rouge mist aura burst from their body, making everything… heavier.
The ground trembled and the air shimmered, and amidst it all, a pair of golden eyes simmered with such fury that even the skies began to darken and rain slowly began to pour.
"…."
The pitter-patter of rain echoed within the guardian's head, and they closed their eyes, taking a deep breath to calm down.
All the silver-robed guardians surrounding the leader remained silent, their emerald eyes sharp and awaiting new orders.
Though deep within, a flicker of doubt flashed through them all.
Uriel wasn't a threat in the least; they all knew it. Even his flashy escape and stunt that destroyed the wall left them unimpressed.
