[center][h3][color=gold]The descent[/color][/h3]
Interacting with: Everyone.[/center][hr][hr]
[color=lightgray]The angel spiraled down back towards the earth. A dizzying array of colours spun all around, yet they were not disorientated. Moments before they risked testing the fragility of their new body, how it might splatter on impact, one powerful sweep of wings created a gust of wind strong enough to counter the force of descent. Their white dress was a riotous whirl around their body, yet though the initial feeling of being observed, of danger, had scattered their thoughts into disarray, they felt centered now. Calm. A few more wing beats, and they gently alighted upon the ground. With all the gentleness of a drizzle petering out, the ghostly blue outline dissipated feather by intangible feather.

They opened their mouth to warn the others, but an unholy screech rendered that action unnecessary. Gazing at the countenances of Illium’s residents, they realized they knew what misfortune was about to befall them all.

[color=gold]“I am sorry,”[/color] they sincerely apologized – to everyone, but especially to the trio whose realm had already faced such destruction, and might now be subjected to further tragedy.

[color=gold]“Everyone.”[/color] Turning towards the other strangers, the ones not of this world, they did not quite raise their voice, yet still managed to make themselves heard over the din of present conversation, the falling fire, the buzz of force as the shaman created a protective dome above them. [color=gold]“An enemy is on its way. Decide now: run, hide, or prepare yourselves.”[/color]

That said, they glanced at Meko, Baldr, and the shaman. [color=gold]“I will help,”[/color] they proclaimed. [color=gold]“Are there…weapons?”[/color] They frowned as they realized something. They [i]knew of[/i] a war they participated in, for eons upon eons, yet any specific memories of combat eluded them. No matter. It was they who had called danger upon them with their actions, so it was only natural they assisted in whatever manner they could. [color=gold]“Is…”[/color] they weren’t sure how to put this, [color=gold]“[i]soul source[/i], is it useful?”[/color] Their ephemereal wings were great for maneuverability, but they would need more than just prowess of evasion to deal with an enemy.[/color]