Shortly after Azrael got hold of his senses, Seraphina did as well.
"We… are back?" She exclaimed slowly, scanning the area. The way her body moved and felt, she knew her power had increased severalfold. Even her senses had jumped drastically, as had her awareness of her surroundings.
Still, her legs remained locked; the injuries she had accumulated before ascending might have been gone. But the scar they had left on her psyche wasn't so easy to gloss over.
Isolde and Victor seemed to get ahold of themselves around the same time.
The girl had her head locked to the ground. Her powers had to do with observation, so her improved senses increased the load on her mind several times over.
Victor, meanwhile, had his gaze locked onto the sky. His finger slowly curled upwards to his lips. There was no smile on his face, nor unnatural joy that made him forget himself. He wasn't in any kind of danger.
