Anthony could be seen sitting atop a towering pile of corpses fashioned from the bodies of dead Angels. He sat there with the eerie composure of a Grim Reaper, as though he had risen from the deepest pit of hell solely to drag these Angelic beings back down from their radiant homes called heaven. His posture was relaxed, even regal, one leg crossed over the other, his head resting lightly upon his palm as he stared down at the Angels below, each of whom glared at him with murderous intent. Anthony simply returned their stares with a calm, almost mocking smile.
