[Suzerain of Sheol]

Dara hears light footsteps crunching the sands behind her, drawing near. Soon, the thin shadow of the Nephilim falls over her. He gazes past her, seemingly ignoring the company, and says, presumably to some listening spirit in the ether, "We're leaving. Let's go."

He gives them each a slight psychic push, trusting the threat of his presence to move them to action.

He sets off back toward the APC without a look back.