The once-patriarch, Thalon of Nullivari smiled as he looked back at the white walls of Celia'nor from his hidden location on a mountain top overlooking the city, perhaps it was that he knew his chapter among mortal men had come to a conclusion. He smiled and turned to his wife Ro'ya with a chuckle, the four massive ebon horns upon the Nephilim's head dipped respectfully towards that nation which provided them with a place to grow their lineage. His ashen wings folded inwards and collapsed against his back as a final farewell was given to the city.
"I have accomplished what I sought to accomplish... Dynasty." Roared the voice of Balthazar, The High Justicar of Azdromoth the Unchained, from the maw of the Mali'aheral. There the creature began off into the wilds, seeking purpose anew in service to his father.
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