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The storm had begun to settle into a steady downpour, the wind still howling but no longer raging as it had before. But, despite the weather that starting to calmed down, an unseen tension thickened the air and pressing down on those who remained.

Uriel turned a fragment over in his hands and watching as the shifting runes pulsed and shifting. 

Gabriel stood beside her, his gaze locked on the blackened shard as if willing it to reveal its secrets.

Across the gathering, the leaders of the factions — gods and Demons alike — had begun to withdraw.

Athena who had her brows still furrowed from what she had witnessed, shook her head. 

"I don't know what to make of this," she muttered, more to herself than to anyone else. Then, without another word, she turned and strode away, her golden armor gleaming under the dim sky.