The party stop for a moment, as a general unspoken consensus is reached just to rest. You take 
a second to watch Helyanwe move, just to admire her and enjoy the knowledge of the feelings you 
share. Your quiet reverie is interrupted by the loud sound of fabric moving; another party member 
must be searching a bag, and out of casual curiosity you turn around to see who it is.

Biscuit waves back. It's strange you think how much she changes and yet in some ways he's always 
the same. To think of all the time you spent investigating how to put it into stasis for this 
moment, only to find he wouldn't die while Jenny was sufficiently amused to keep her going. Strange 
for a goddess of chaos to hold a whim for a thousand years; perhaps the thought of Biscuit throwing 
glitter over the Angel of Death again was as amusing for Jenny as it was you. You wave back, just 
in time to see Breeze appear and disappear with Biscuit moving to their positions.

Helyanwe approaches from the right, still as attractive in your eyes as she has always been. You 
casually rub the ring of the matching pair you wear and smile at her. She responds by looking over 
your shoulder and giving an exasperated look. You go to say something, but are drowned about by what 
sounds like a heavy stone falling to the ground. You glance behind you and Aurinyan nods back from 
atop his riding golem, staring out from between his various ritual foci. Behind him stand two more 
enormous statues, each 12 foot tall with four wicked arms moulded into the shape of weapons, all 
glowing in magical sunlight. Aurinyan's latest combat design, all ready to be tested on the Angel 
of Death.

The sound of low chanting carried on the wind tells you the ritual has begun. You follow Helyanwe 
around as the golems stomp forwards until you get into position, ready to strike. Watching the ritual 
you see the cultists completing their final gestures, ringed by a much heavier looking set of guards 
than the last time you were here. The air ripples dark and black and a twisted portal opens, moments 
later followed by a dark cloaked shadow stepping out into the open air.

There is an enormous burst of light leaving the ritualists staggering blinded, a few of them scorched 
and dead upon the floor. You wait a second as the two golems step through the trees, their enormous 
spiked fists hammering the one or two guards who escaped the effect into the ground. Then you charge, 
Helyanwe taking out the still blind guards in front of her, while you cleave a cultist in two with a 
single easy swing of your legendary sword as you head straight for the angel.

It turns to face you radiating anger, and you merely smile knowing what's coming. Behind it Breeze 
appears out of thin air, one hand on Biscuit’s back. Biscuit herself is holding a bucket, and he 
shouts, "ThIs iS CONDITIONING!" throwing the bucket of glitter all over the Angel of Death.

"Remember us?" you smirk twirling in an arc to bring the sword down into its body. Your cloak and 
robes swirl up noisily, blocking your view. As your spin comes to an end, the fabric falling out of 
sight, you see yourself once more with the patrol.