Sarse
Even as he kept his attention on the road, Sarse's eyebrows shot up with surprise, then fell apologetically.
"Sorry. I just assumed you would've come along with me," the angel said, voice solemn. Sometimes he forgot, not all understood the world like he did. In that sense, he was very much like any other seraphim, you could say. His lips curled up just a little bit. "But since you did... well."
He took a deep breath as if preparing to go on a long winded explanation, then continued. "All of existence is a great, living, everflowing, dynamic melody, Than'sanel. A Symphony first woven by the one we call God. Or, at least, that is how I know things; and how I experience them even here in this world that is clearly apart from my own. This sensitivity I possess allows me to perceive a great many deals of things, including when the universe itself is harmed or flooded with noise that consumes its proper sound. And moments ago, I felt the greatest disruption in its tone I have ever in my... admittedly very long life, by mortal standards. It was as if the world itself screamed, cracking as if there was a clash of truly ancient and mighty powers."
His gaze remained on where they were driving, but he reclined his head back while addressing Sanel. "Anything that strong might be a considerable threat to the integrity of the world itself. And I don't know what we'll find there, but I need to know what caused it, and if it is something - or someone - I can stop."
After much zooming through traffic and road rules violations, they drew every closer to where the massive disturbance in the Symphony still lingered, and Sarse began to slow down. "We're just arriving," he offered his companion.
Mere seconds after, throught streets bustling with uncommon activity, with people going from one side to the other and speaking in hushed tones, the ground zero of the event that had so upset Sarse came into view. The first thing that drew his attention was the ruined building of a use he couldn't determine anymore due to the harm it had taken and pieces that had outright collapsed. The second was that there looked to be some sort of large, fizzling crater head. Immediately after, came the blockade that had been set up before the ravaged streets, attended to by a line of soldiers in gear that had a decidedly anachronistic feeling to it, like someone had pulled many distinct knights and fighters from the middle ages and reorganized them and their looks to adhere to a single theme of sorts.
Sarse ignored the masses they were keeping away for a moment, and parked his bike several meters behind the barrier before shutting it off and dismounting. The angel shot Sanel a look to follow him, and walked up to the guards.
"Excuse me," he said, calling out with a firm and calm tone. "Why is this barrier here? What's happened exactly to warrant this sort of concern?"
