The black cloaked figure took swift notice of the young, but skilled, soldier making a dive and run for the enemy, then toward his allies. While the hooded figure continued his assault, he quickened in speed, switching his smooth pace strut into a full blown mad dash, ceasing his rapid fire onslaught to run for the staggering soldier several yards away from him. Soon enough, he caught up to the man, putting himself between the soldier and Abaddon, enveloping himself and his companion in constantly fluxing orb of whirling white light. "Stay behind me." the voice of the cloaked figure spoke in ripples of tone.

High in the sky, the crimson hooded warrior continued to climb in height, enswathing himself in the winds of the wastelands. He looked to the clouds to see that the gravity wave had not died down even after his arrival. That was good - and expected. In that mere fragment of time, he had allowed his concentration to heighten further. What would seem like a mere moment in the outside world, seemed like minutes within his mind as he let the intentions for his actions take form in his core. Other adepts preferred to guide the energies they called upon. This man, however, made the energies bend to his will. Many let their power guide them. He, rather, guided the power.

His eyes behind the mask dilated, shifting to an obsidian reptilian shape, expressing the maelstrom whirlwind of power within their master. Light and shadow snaked their way around the man, fully wreathing him into the form of a living monolith of wild flame, letting the smoothness of the heat and the authority of the winds and skies collect into him, careening deeper and deeper into his center. Though he made no notion of reflection, if he were the man he was a year ago, he would have let the power run wild, obliterating anything in his path. No longer.

As the elements continued to swirl into him, the more intense his aura became. The more intense his aura, the harder it was to percieve his image, even with the most trained of eyesight, as he flickered in and out of reality itself; its very chords having trouble keeping a strong grasp on him, as his very presences seemed to burn them away. And with only a simple breath, the gravity wave above him imploded in on itself, the shell of inferno about his body extinguishing itself in a quick blow, leaving in the open the man without his cloak; completely enveloped in threads of flickering white and blue light.

There was quite a significant difference in his appearance without his crimson cloak. The full extent of the beauty of his form was ambient to behold - the tightly fitting encounter suit that accented his slender, rippling torso. The samurai pauldron no longer adorned his left shoulder, as it had decreased in size, only enough to encrest the roundness of his upper shoulder. The formfitting, armlength vambrace that adorned his right arm had changed in color, now taking on a greyish silver hue, as the glove attached to it had now only changed into a pentagonal backhand guard. The collar of the suit was v-neck in shape, as the rest of it was upturned, reaching just above the lines of his cheekbones.

Lifting his hand to his mask, allowing an invisible clasp to reach out and bring the mask to his grip, revealing an alluring countenance all too familiar to the companions. It was a face few could forget, but a face that somehow wanted to be forgotten. With feral eyes of bronze, he watched what was the aftermath of the battle of the eidolon wastelands, pulling back his hood for more versatility in sight - physical sight at least - revealing none other than the face of Danyael Xavier, Nephilim Lord and leader of the Empire of Sanctuary. No longer did he hold the air and presence of a boy, but now of a man. Alas, in hindsight, held a far darker personage to his essence. Quiet. Cold. Virtually unfeeling. The mask suddenly began to glow, turning to ash as the light faded down.

He watches as Kelvack aids Soul, just as he watches his dark cloaked aid, give assistance to the young soldier. He lifted his gaze to the sky, taking in a breath of air. His aura had been so potent in the display that it had rended some of the pollution around him, purifying it to the highest degree. And in but a flash of a moment, the glowing form of Danyael vanished in a blur of ethereal speed, moving so fast, it was almost as if he was never there. He allowed time to catch up with him as his row of afterimages fell in his wake, blazing through the skies as he dissolved away the distance between himself and Abaddon.

At first, it appeared as if he would make a direct attack at the warmaster. But just as it seemed he would land a felling strike into Abaddon, he darted past him, his frame zipping right infront of the warmaster, just before the nephilim dove toward and absorbed himself into the ground, almost as if it were a curtain to phase into. At first glance, it appeared as if Danyael had gone into hiding. But soon enough, the land itself began to quake in full view. And suddenly, the grounds themselves came to life as massive pillars of blazing magma burst from the ground in random, aggressive rapid fire - all of which aiming for their warmaster target.