As Corey's scream resounded far and wide, the Nyxmare huffed in delight and mockery. The lips of the Throne curled up slightly, and then he shook his head with a soft chuckle.
"I thought I told you not to severely injure him."
The Nyxmare neighed, and the Throne released an exasperated sigh.
"Even if he can heal himself, there's obviously a limit to this. What if he's not able to heal the injuries you gave him?"
The Throne sighed once again while holding his glabella. The Nyxmare neighed, and the Throne slowly turned towards the ruined Temple.
"I guess you're right. Since he's badly injured, he should not be able to escape while I face this persistent pest."
Three seconds after the Throne said these words, a ray of light shot out of the top of the Temple, and a second later, this ray of light transformed into Eryndor Castiel.