The rain that had been devastating the land and causing floods for many days came to a stop the minute ran out of flux energy. Coincidence or not, it made going back to the camp much easier for the battleworn Uriel. He walked stumbling up on his own feet, his expensive intermediate armor was broken and his clothes were almost non existent. When Amy laid her eyes on him, she got scared for a second and almost sounded the alarm.
"Stay there!" She commanded fearing he might be a skinwalker. Her voice drew the attention of the nearby hunters that were trying to dry their clothes near the warmth of the campfire.
"It's me." Uriel said, but after losing the silver crucifix he had no means of proving his identity. Because of this, Amy was left with no choice but to get close and she placed the silver chain on his forehead, she then turned to her companions and nodded.
