I was aware of everything around me. The iron stench blood, the metallic scent of the warriors blades. I could smell the burnt flesh of the archangels where the flaming swords had cut into them. Could feel the light breeze as it swept across my face, and the movement of people around me. I heard as the grotesque sound of wet flesh hitting wet flesh sloshed against each other as the enemies bodies were piled up into one large mound. Heard as people's feet squelched against the blood ridden ground. Voices drifted around me, conversations merging together making it indecipherable who was speaking to who. But through all this awareness, the only thing I could focus on was the lack of one presence. The missing bond with Xavier, the indescribable feeling of emptiness and desolation.
My bond wi
