Camael stands over the kneeling Drake who attends over his fallen brother. Dark wings form in shadows on the walls and floor behind him as if from unseen wings and his eyes glow. He looks to Helena, Grum, and little Gwennid, all of whom feel a thrum of power from here as his eyes and a light around him become almost too hard to focus as he speaks in a voice which resonates even as the three heroes look away from the blinding light and a high-pitched tone that has only been growing in strength,
"I am Camael the seraphim, and I ...
...am an angel of the Lord."

The reverberating background noise of power and high-pitched tone suddenly ends with the faint sound of wings flapping away. Helena, Grum, and Gwennid all open their eyes ... tears having been formed from perhaps looking too long before they had to shut them. They find that there is no trace of Camael, Sal, or Drake .... other than the blood that had been shed.