Altair looked at Aurelia seriously, remembering her image through his vision into the past. He might have smiled if the notion of a war with every single angel didn't seem like an absolute nightmare.
"What do you gain from that?" he asked, as any normal man might.
"There isn't any benefit," Zariel said wearily. "And how'd you know where we were?"
Aurelia snorted, throwing her head high. "Did ya think I'd flee while you negotiated our freedom? Lilith and I didn't even require ten minutes to gather an army to annihilate these Ilvarians." she glanced at Corvin with a chilling look that felt like a lance through the chest. He paled, finding a part of himself recede into some unseen place in his heart. "Anyway. We followed you here. When we learned you were safe, we disbursed our armies."
