He sat down and tied himself to the ruby wall.
Then he closed his eyes.
At first, all that echoed around him was calm and relative quietness, faint tremors reaching from far in the distance.
It was peaceful, almost deceptively so, and he nearly seemed asleep. The long hours of travel had clearly worn him down; his body bruised, bloodied, and battered, his feet a sight horrible enough to disgust any man.
To others, he might have even seemed dead.
"…"
And then, the first wave came.
In front of the ruby monument, the wave seemed like nothing more than child's play, an insignificant grain gently brushing against a mountain, irrelevant and unworthy of notice.
But in front of Uriel, it was the world itself.
Darkness swallowed his figure, the wave consuming everything and—
BANG!
—slamming down against the statue with relentless might, a thunderous crack echoing like the rupture of the skies and the cries of the void.
