What a creepy, cold place. Zangetsu doesn't like it, and he didn't like this place much in the first place. And he isn't happy about all these damn birds, either. One of these damn things had stolen the artifact right out of his hands. He wasn't planning on letting that happen again.

He carries his angelic sword in one hand, its light keeping the tunnels illuminated, along with the other angelic lights in the procession. It's more eerie than it is holy. A crow hops and caws at Zangetsu and his hisses at it. The crow swoops and Zangetsu snatches it out of the air, snapping its neck in one swift motion. This causes the other birds to cry out and flap away.

He turns to Lambert and snarls.

"I am getting real sick of these things."