In the midst of it all, her large eye blinks slowly as she sees the figure coming towards through the sky, revealing itself to be Izaya, who had sprouted wings, of the most beautiful black. His figure was minuscule, not even as big as her eye itself, his reflection fully seen peering back, her massive eye much like a sort of mirror. His voice reaches to her, and she latches on to the words, of him saying that this was not the only place like this, that there were more just like it.<br/><br/>His words roused the hatred in her heart, making it reach a fever pitch, near boiling point. Huffing, steam rolling from her nostrils, which then curled up towards the sky in spirals, she spreads her wings wide, and for a moment the sun was blocked from the heavens, a darkness spreading over the area, an ominous sign indeed, for the humans anyway.<br/><br/>"I will come. I will make them pay. I will make them suffer. They shall die. All of them. They shall become the carnage of my wake, a lake of red, the land ripped apart limb from limb; screams and and shouts terror shall be the sound of my welcoming song, the cry of agony my lullaby. I will wet my throat with their blood, and fill my belly with their flesh. They will rue the day they laid eyes upon me, Xerxes. They. Will. Die." Her voice echoes out around them, echoing through the land. Her blood lust and hatred was clear in every word that was spoken.<br/><br/>Ending her words, she roars, shaking the very earth beneath them, signaling the call of war. War between the humans and the ones they had created. The ones who would ultimately be their own downfall and death. Pumping her wings, she takes flight, hovering in the sky. Looking towards Izaya She was ready to go. To kill. To take revenge.