[Salone]

"Wreckage."

Na'lsa spit the word, as if he were disgusted by what he saw before him. He was temperamental at best now, And his mixture of anger for the Nephilim and hunger for a full 'meal' was shortening his already stunted fuse.

He raised his hands before him, calling out to the priestess in a voice oozing with venom.

"What is this? What are these so-called hallowed halls that stand before us?"

Without waiting for an answer, he stepped a few paces closer inward. He raised an accusatory finger in front of him as if to address someone, shouting into the ruined structure.

"Nephilim! Your body is forfeit! I will devour you and anything else that stands here!"