Gadreel pushes in closer at the news, horrified. Michael was abandoning them, all of Heaven and Earth - taking them all away from the fight instead of making his stand. It doesn't take more than a beat for him to make his decision. "Yes. We must escape, take as many as we can with us." Or at least throw the doors wide to allow the angels to make their own decisions.

"There are few wardens left," he hazards another look around. "We may have to fight our way out."

They didn't have their weapons - their swords were long gone - but they were still warriors of Heaven. "I will stand with you, brother."