It worked. They're free. Slowly Gadreel pulls himself to his feet, blinking slowly up at Balthazar. His ears are ringing and his vessel is a wash of agony, but he can move, get himself up.

"I can walk," he confirms with a raspy voice, dragging a hand across his face. "We did it. We are free." And they are in danger. It's not safe. But he.. needs a moment to simply turn his face to the sky and breathe.

"The others. Have you seen them?"