Rizel found himself a few minutes later wondering the streets that were now deserted, guards acting in the inner temple and outer gates, as well as a few that took care of the outer gates that led into the city, easy to manuver without attracting attention, the Gria looked from one side to another, he could feel the presence of his summon burn a heated blade spiritually into his back as if it were a cold stare of an ice wolf from a distance, ready to attack, ready to feed.<br/><br/>The slight twinge caused Rizel's loss of breath for a few seconds; it was that power, the thirst for blood and slaughtering. Diabloâ€™s the Devil of the abyss, it was his thirst that cause a power flux to warp the surrounding areas and thus caused Rizel to flee from the grand city. The young Gria sprinted, bolting through the closed metallic gates leaving an imprint of his impact, the guards falling to the side from such a force and demanding the young male to halt, however Rizel could not afford the appearance of this beast. Why the God's would call such a burden upon him was beyond his understanding.<br/><br/>Now safely away in a distance the male pulled the cloak from himself releasing two magnificent feathered white wings to burst forth, the length and width was long enough to cause a personal current, the strength held no oblivious repellent against such an act and thus caused trees to merely bend rather than break to the side. Comfortably tucking his wings behind he looked from one place to another, even if his visit to sky temple was short it told him things were going downhill. Answers were required, how he would get such answers would have to follow. His right eye burned fiercely with Diabloâ€™s force, it was a miracle he could keep himself sane, however the pain subsided, perhaps it was an excitement for the presence of other holders, only time would tell.