User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2015/@comment-7562999-20151030122021

Silverheart rubs his cheek. "Ow...Why do I have to leave? I paid good money to get in here."

The fog descends over a wounded angel. The angel begins to convulse rapidly and foam drips out of their mouths. They twitch and scream for a few minutes, and then fall to the ground. The angel's body dissapates into light, like all the rest.