He had spent thousands of years waiting for a moment that had finally arrived, only to discover that the gift he had once desired above everything else had become the source of his suffering.
Snow, however, showed no sympathy.
At least, none that Uriel could recognize.
"I see."
He looked at the old man for another moment.
"Then I suppose I understand."
Ai smiled faintly.
"I'm glad."
Snow raised one hand.
Golden light suddenly erupted around the elderly guardian.
Before Ai could react, several brilliant chains materialized from empty space and wrapped themselves around his arms, legs, and torso.
"What...?"
The old man barely managed to speak before the chains tightened, lifting him from the ground.
Uriel's eyes widened.
"Snow?!"
With a slight movement of his fingers, Snow sent the bound guardian flying toward the hidden chamber they had just escaped.
