Curiousity

The silence stretched with heavy and unnatural feeling. Only the storm remained, the wind howling through the battlefield, rain striking against armor, and distant thunder rolling across the forsaken land.

The Celestials and Demons did not move. Their eyes were locked onto Gabriel, or rather, onto the fragment in his grasp. 

It was a small fragment. But the shimmering runes on its surface pulsed again, the energy flickering like something alive.

Zaradorn's fingers flexed around the hilt of his greatsword. His question had escaped in a tremor tone showing the unease clawing at him. 

He exhaled sharply, steadying himself, forcing control back into his voice. 

"What is that?" he asked again with firmer tone this time, though his crimson eyes remained wary.

Gabriel didn't answer immediately. He let the weight of the moment settle, his gaze scanning the assembled factions.