Uriel stumbled on his feet, barely standing straight, the only thing preventing him from collapsing being Mariah's strong hands wrapped around his waist.
He looked at her. "No. Tell me."
Strangely enough, as he spoke, his voice was extremely soft, docile and endearing—so much so that Mariah didn't even realise as half the rage that burned within her heart was snuffed out, and the other half rapidly began to dissipate.
She exhaled a breath.
"You somehow disrupted the fabric of a specific point in space and entirely tore the ambient fabric of the world at that spot, which threatened to cause a ripple in time across the desert."
Her eyes began to blaze once more as she spoke aloud, realising just how ridiculously dangerous a situation Uriel had almost created.
"The fabric of space was about to ripple against the time ripple itself to mend the hole in the dimension, but also cancel any anomalies in the flow of time."
