Three Nights later:

The enemy was dead, and the Angels returned to their home in the sky. Puppet was literally bleeding from every inch of skin visible, but she was still walking, walking back to the hideout since her wings were ripped out so she couldn't fly. Her blood trailed behind her in a thick crimson road.

Before she knew it, she was outside the hideout, looking up at the enormous structure, she smiled. But, her vision started to fade, and her heart started to slow. The lack of blood finally taking its toll, she collapsed on the ground.