-Unnamed Woods-
-Nether Regions-
The soulless Demons also stayed in the woods but they were completely under the control of King Helion and unless they were fulfilling his orders, they tended to stay out of sight, leaving the Angels in the woods well alone.
Andras stepped out second, the illumination of the woods revealing how rather sheer his preferred clothes were. In the darkness of the Black Opal where no one could see him, it was fine but even in the dim light of the woods, it was obvious.
He didn't even seem to notice, his long hair down and loosely held back with a lazily braided tip, scythe slung across a shoulder.
They didn't remain at the entrance to the cave, walking down a well-trodden path to a clearing in the woods a short walk from the cave. It was a common sparring spot and it wasn't surprising to see a handful of Angels seated on logs, white wings surreal amidst the dark mist, lamps, and weapons lying around them.