In the grand hall of the Olimpieion where most of the gods had gathered to keep up with the news of the world ending event, a small figure that couldn't possibly compare to the mighty gods ran rampant oozing flux energy with every move.
"Get it out!" A god shouted and another cried.
"It's on me! Ah! Take it off of me!"
The atmosphere was chaotic to say the least which played on Uriel's favor, but that was the only silver lining as his retribution skill did not work as effectively as he wished. It was a powerful skill that allowed him to reflect the damage he received even to the godly beings that inhabited the dungeon, but it wasn't enough to kill them as they too were able to regenerate. Inflicting them pain worked much better, but now that Water warlock's blessing coursed through his body Uriel felt little to no pain.
