Aerais raced toward the portal as the explosions subsided. Though, by the time she reached the swirling, gaseous phenomenon, it had dispersed. Once again, the angel found herself cursing.
Mithros! Why has thy trickster goddess cursed me with bad luck?! Mother Goddess lend me your wisdom... Green Lady, assist me in healing, I need thy talents...
She shook her head, instantly revived.
I thank ye my saviors... I must take flight to return to the Tower and seek the famed help of thy Titans...
And so the angel sought the Tower, scaling over the mammoth skyscrapers, whizzing inbetween office buildings and occasionally through one. As she neared the Tower, the sky lit with lightning and the rain began to pour in sheets. Trouble was nearing...