Andar had created a platform from a swirling ball of earth, and in it lay Staff who was still passed out after tearing the Great Desert dimension in two. He did not go past what was expected of him, but Staff had been filled with rage when she struck out against the desert. Her emotions, as he had learned over the years, were fiery, and her temper ran as hot as her warmth.
Clustered around the platforms were tongues of fire in their hundreds, these were the Angels tasked with following them, but Andar believed they were here more for Staff than him, her friendship with them was a well-known secret even if she believed that it was a private affair, Staff had never learned not to wear her heart on her sleeves.