The air in Adam's sanctum had turned to glass. He stood at the edge of his celestial window, watching the world below writhe. The golden light that usually bathed the room felt thin, strained.
The adversaries didn't bother with stealth this time. They materialized in the center of the chamber, their presence a stain on the perfect white floor.
The one with yellow eyes, Kael, broke the silence, his voice a dry rasp. "Still watching the show? Your angels made a lovely splash when they hit the ground. Pity it was the only thing they did."
Adam didn't turn. "You have five seconds to state your business before I remove you."
The obsidian-skinned woman, Nyx, let out a short, harsh laugh. "Remove us? Your grip is slipping, Architect. You built a cage and called it a kingdom. Now the bars are bending, and you're just standing there, polishing the lock."
Adam's fingers tightened on the railing. A hairline crack appeared in the pristine material. "I am handling the situation."
