Wham!
Cor-Ellion appeared in the vast purplish space where the other three angels were waiting for him.
"What took you so long?" The angel using staff asked.
"I met interesting people" Cor-Ellion replied with a sly grin.
"Seeing how you even managed to sustain a wound with your indomitable body, they must have been really strong." The angel said looking at his hand.
At that moment, Cor-Ellion's eyes trembled, it was up until that moment he felt the pain that seethed out of his wrist, he lifted his hand and there was a wound on his wrist, with gold liquid pouring out of it.
His eyes widened further as he recollected the last moment where he used his bare hand to destroy Jarvis's attack. He must have sustained this injury at that time.
Realizing that he had fully underestimated the death knight, his shocked state crumpled to a frown.
"Where is it?" The angel with staff asked.
