Uriel's frame streaked across the plain, his steed moving at a dazzling speed, his lance destroying all obstacles and hindrances on their path as they moved.
Behind him, keeping up, were the rest of the human forces with him; both Lucas and Dorian stirred their spectral steeds towards Uriel…
"What is going on? What was that?" Lucas asked with a thick Spanish accent, staring intensely at Uriel, anticipating a reply.
After all, since Uriel reacted before the beast was even around, it only made sense that he had an idea of what this threat could be.
Uriel's jaw remained clenched, his mind mired in the scene of his own death; despite his affinity with the stars that mobilized time, there were still side effects, like small cracks in his soul.
It was as though he was experiencing both time lanes at once, and he was so preoccupied with maintaining clarity that he had no chance to give the two other curious leaders a proper reply.
