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Nakhti stepped unto the ground, landing from her furious flight. She hadn't taken a single moment's time to address Zuu, regardless of what was to follow, Nak knew she had to stand against the wrong that had been done.

She stepped before the Guard Tower and drew her sword. It's blade had been blessed by the Queen Mother herself, being handed to each Head Warrior. As a group, Angels were blissful, and harmonious. A Warrior, independently, was not someone to underestimate. As Nak and Zuu had spent many days practicing with each other, within the Fane. Her fury was that like no other, but as Nak was taking notice, she was still just as reckless as she had ever been.

Entering the tower, her stomach turned. Such massacre, evil. She truly was a beast, with little to no compassion left. 'Hopeful, much?' Nak thought to herself.

Upon climbing the tower, she forced herself to not focus on the mess made, but rather the message left. Dripping in the victims' blood was the a message from Zuu. As she was no longer a part of the Light, Nak could no longer track her to a specific location. However, it was obvious where one would head after such a feat. As Nak herself couldn't set foot within the Synagogue, she would have to hurry. Zuu must be dealt with, and warned of her carelessness.

Nak stood on the windows ledge, and took off in a furious flight, sword still in hand.