As the combat ended, the grip of the Abyssal upon her weapon loosened, and her anima went about the meticulously slow process of beginning to degrade.  Although she still looked imposing and powerful, the end of the fighting meant that so much of the force and power slipped away from her.  It was as if the battle was all that she was, and the only time when she still seemed to exist in any capacity beyond passive watcher.<br/><br/>She looked away from the group, staring off towards the horizon.  "I have no name."  Her voice was so gentle and, something that sounded sad but not, as if sadness denoted hope of a better day, or caring and accepting one's sorrow to move beyond.  "Some call me Promise."