Arad's massive draconic body floated in the cold darkness of his stomach, slowly drifting away in the sea of endless nothing. His eyes were closed, and so was his consciousness. He had endured a lot of suffering in such a short time, and his ego needed time to recover and rest.
Amaterasu looked down at him from afar, carefully watching to make sure who is going to wake up. But in the meantime, she kept listening to Aether and the two kid angels bickering.
"So, bis Sis. What will you do now? Go cause some mischief somewhere else?" As Aether pointed at her with his still-smoking cigar, she smiled. "No, I'll go and keep having fun. Of course, while dedicating the majority of my divine power to keeping the universe safe. My angels and archons at the frontlines of the war won't power themselves."
