[Salone]

Lev nodded to Jeanne, listening to her like a parent might listen to a child.

"We are all his Children. He loved us very much. But he is no longer here. An ocean of chaos roils beneath the heavens. Our glory was cut short. But it is time to resume what he started."

He stepped closer, noticing Jeanne's scrape. With a wave of his hand, her flesh pulled together quickly. The wound seemed to almost sew itself up, becoming painful for a moment right before all pain melted away. The wound itself scabbed, as if it had been on the mend for quite some time now. Lev smiled at her once again in insanity.

"Go with your new god. Bury what is left of your Saint, dear child. For we must all leave those behind that which hold us to this world."

With that, he strode away from the group, distancing himself so he could concentrate.