Daradiel was nothing but a mortal wisp staying in the Planesworld. If not for his Code, he would have long departed. But as his Code continued to exist in the universe, he still lingered. But then he sensed that his power was being spurred. Only he could feel this strange power that occurred beyond space and outside the time continuum.
"How is this possible? Is someone calling on the power of Astra? No... This isn't Astra. No one is invoking my Code. Someone is using it!" Daradiel was spurred in his spirit.
"Fate? Is this your will? Is this why you have fated this place to be my grave? Will someone walk on my Code and observe my precepts without me?"
Daradiel became hopeful. This was a miracle that had never before happened. How can someone who has never trained or has been bestowed of the power of another god use the power of a Code?
"It seems there is hope for us yet!" Daradiel smiled as he looked to the skies with hope.
