Uriel looked at Emmet's outstretched hand for what seemed like an eternity.
On the side, Amon was shaken and on edge, unsure what to do. They'd all seen what Uriel was capable of.
If a battle erupted, Amon wasn't sure he could come out of it intact, let alone alive.
Well, he was sure he could live, but he wasn't willing to expend so much energy on such an idiotic task. More dangers would soon be coming.
The tension only rose as the seconds stretched and passed by.
Uriel suddenly smiled.
He shook Emmet's hand. "I suppose you already know my name, then."
Emmet's gaze rippled as he felt the strength coursing through Uriel's hand and the sheer solidity of his flesh.
It was as if he was shaking the hand of a man of stone.
"Well then, Emmet. What can I do for you? Time is ticking, you know?" His smile widened. "It'd be unfortunate if we all died here, wouldn't it?"
Still holding Uriel's hand, Emmet nodded. "It truly would."
"It's as I said. It's unfortunate."
SHAH!
