After a brief welcome ceremony, the angels began their relocation as per Thor's request. In truth, there wasn't much left to stay for.
The black mist's invasion of the thirty-second floor and the subsequent sacrifice had drained the angel race's resources. The sudden outbreak of war had left their homes in ruins. The remaining members were their last hope.
Ariel returned to the angels to organize the move.
A farsighted elder stepped forward, saying, "It's alright, everyone, keep your spirits up. We still have a hidden fortune!"
He confidently declared, "Years ago, to prepare for crises, we wrapped a batch of supplies in parchment and hid them in the treasury's sewers. It's enough for us to make a comeback in the Core City of Truth!"
Hearing this, the angels' morale soared! An angel immediately suggested, "No time to waste, let's hurry back to the treasury!"
"Indeed!" A group of angels quickly flew back to the treasury.