Ziel stared towards the darkness that stayed poised to the South, some how the sun did not reach the area and as such it only brang a curiouse notion to him. "What on Earth..." Before he even thought of lifting off he senced a prescence that he hadnt felt since....<br/><br/>His mind wondered off into memory when the conflict between the mortal and immortal realms fell into chaos and war, the involvement of a entity known as "The Lord of Nightmares" he had tried to gain a foothold in the mortal realm then, it didnt supprise Ziel he would try it again after so many years. But this time it was different, low-scale and stealthy when it came to the rest of the world and he only used accouple of indaviduals. His mind wondered once more at the sight of him again, even if it was from a distance Ziel did see one of the many forms of the nightmare than is known to this day.<br/><br/>"How unfortunate....Just been woken up and now all this..." He felt the spiked energy even from so far away, and though it pained him to see what would happen, Ziel knew it would involve him sooner or later. Perhaps he would have to fight once more, and though he prefered to be alone he also carried the knowledge that if it involved power. There were sure to be more beings of a legendary nature involved adding himself to the equation of course.<br/><br/>"Seems I am left with no choice..." The battlefield left in ruin, Ziel opened up his dragon-like wings yet again, vapors spored out with light black smoke running off the edges of his wings, when he suddenly blasted off from the ground. His own aura spiked in responce to the Lord's own aura as if to taunt and to match his own, but noticing the dissappearance of his prescence Ziel stopped for a moment in mid-flight. Acknowledging that he had dissappeared back into his own realm, "We'll see what the damage is..." His voice was in a low yet suave tone as he made his way towards a brinked and shattered town due to the resent battles, he merely watched the little Angel, passed out werewolf, a young girl that possessed a unique sence of ability. The smell of magic, blood and stained aura was left in the air. A scent not easily forgotten to Ziel, especially on the battlefield.<br/><br/>Ziel merely stood there, both arms crossed, his wings tucked in lightly and neatly at this time. Staring at the group below.<br/><br/>"This is....New" his tone was comical and his expression was that of suprise and empathy at the same time due to thier current situation.