A glimmering red light greeted him at the end of the hallway he had already been walking for two hours. He would have flown to the end but his wings were too injured. Grace poured from the wounds that had formed by crushing down structures made of brimstone, evaporating the souls that were close to becoming demons, in short, he had spent the entire time of his research destroying everything he found in his course with his appendages, not able to contain his fury every time he didn't find clues about Aaron. The purple paths of bruises that danced over his body as his grace fought to come out were getting annoying and because of his lack of control, he couldn't heal himself.
He knew he didn't have much time left until his vessel exploded, annihilating anything that was close to him─ probably half of the USA and some of the weaker demons, and the worse was that he didn't care about the damage he could cause.
