描述
Upon arriving to the city of Azarath, the prophet, the child, and the dreamer were greeted by the council of Azarath. Solemn and wise, their ancient bodies stood as a testament of the old ways, now laying so plainly before them in ruin. It seemed they had been standing there waiting for an eternity. Perhaps they had.
The council ushered them inside of the capitol building, where they gathered in the council’s chambers to discuss what came next. Without needing to ask any questions, the sages answered. Shrouded from the divine heat of the body of apollyon by mikael’s sword, they would go to the angel’s corpse, where they would learn about the next step in their journey. The power that lay in that body was unimaginable, and though apollyon may be dead, there was a divine knowledge to be gleaned from his flesh and blood.
Stepping into the courtyard, the sages performed their parting ritual for the trio, an age-old tradition that was performed for sages who had set out to the outer realms. A star fell from the sky, burning with a heavenly intensity. The angel mikael was stirring, soon to fall to the earthly realm of elysia. What came after was unknown, but a world on fire was certain.