After the blood-curdling cry, the now-still St. Michaels Guard below turn their gaze upward to Azraels once hidden Alcove. What they witness is the young boy, barely 10 years of age, blood stained with the corpse of their would-be-killer in one hand and the putrescent rifle in his other. He bears both aloft for the world to see, as a rage-fuelled snarl passes his lips.