To call Saleos weak because he lost to Sol was a grave underestimation of the highest degree; he was not.
Sitri in comparison to her brother was only half as strong as he was when she was at her absolute best, he had the power to topple entire universes, and he had destroyed more than one and killed several pantheons already.
"Saleos..." Gadriel murmured and began shaking upon seeing him descend slowly toward them. "We should... we must run." She looked at her sister, and then turned to flee, but found Gabriell staring defiantly up at him.
"I do not want to." Gabriell stared, crimson eyed and full of the very hate she had accused Ikaris of. "Where would we run to, who would help us if we ran?" She asked, throwing the blanket off her shoulders and balling her fists.
