[Salone]

Na'lsa watched the abomination disappear inside the APC. Once he was out of his line of sight, his guard came down. Shoulders slack, spine curved, he let out a long sigh. Restoring life was new. Foreign. Something he wasn't quite familiar with. On the outside it had done him no harm, but he felt within himself that he had nearly burnt out his power, reaching the very limits of what he was capable of. He was still full, but his strength was spent. He would need to rest. And to do so...

"I release control over my host. I am tired. Clearly I will need every Saint I can find. Until I am needed."

With that, his eyes went wide. Na'lsa's aura faded, eyes rolling in to the back of his head as he retreated inwards. And as he retreated, Lev took control.

He stumbled a bit, trying to catch his balance. The first thing he really noticed was the smell. Or to be more accurate, his own smell. He choked a bit, being reminded of a time he hid amongst a pile of corpses that had been set on fire with him still inside. But those were memories he tried to forget.

With a quick lope, Lev easily caught up to Shealtiel. He turned his head slightly as he slowed down, striding beside the old man.

"So I am to understand that I carry something that believe he son of God?"