Raziel pushed his back against the cold stone wall.
The smoke from the explosion burned his eyes and his lungs as the heavy iron door of the cell was completely destroyed, its pieces scattered on the floor.
The purification ritual circle he had drawn with coal and Oracle blood was ruined. The lines were broken and its light was dead.
Mirael hung unconscious from her chains, her chin rested on her chest and her golden blood dripped onto the dirt.
Raziel wiped the blood from his chin with his sleeve and looked forward.
Mother Superior Celestine walked into the cell.
Her gray robe didn't have a single spot of dust and she didn't look affected by the riot upstairs didn't look worried about the screams echoing through the hallways of the sanatorium either.
She held the Chalice of Oblivion in her right hand.
The object was repaired.
