Outside The Purple Rift
"Damnit!" Wukong grunted, failing to break past Gabriel's space wall after several strikes. "Since when was an SS-Rank's barrier so difficult to break through?"
"Since we allowed his aether go berserk." Loki lifted their lips in a sarcastic smile, eyes moving past every member of the Pantheon. "He might not be berserk yet, but his aether is stirring toward that path. And we've all seen how that drastically gives any Esper a burst of power."
"Yes." Kali stepped past Yemoja, her violet eyes locking on the storm of aether and cosmic energy igniting beyond the space wall. "At the cost of their life."
Loki's heart hammered against their ribs.
Shit!
Gabriel couldn't die.
They didn't know why, but there was this nagging feeling in their chest. Ambrose was out there somewhere. And if he returned… they knew how devastating Gabriel's death would be.
That or they simply just couldn't accept that they genuinely cared about the space god.
