But before he could activate the travel rune and head to Larnia, Michael needed to make a pit stop. His armor, after that little… tussle with Agra and his… abomination of a chimera, was looking a little… worse for wear. Dented. Scratched. And his mask… well, that was definitely in need of some… repairs. He also needed to… upgrade Gaya's stealth armor. Now that she was a goddess, radiating celestial energy, the mortal-grade cloaking device wouldn't work. It would be like trying to hide a goddamn supernova behind a tissue paper.
He glanced over at Gaya, who was now holding court with her… constituents.
"So," she was saying, her voice a low rumble that echoed through the clearing, "which one of you… brave warriors… wants to tell me… exactly how those… assholes managed to clip your wings?"
