The light in Adam's sanctum was no longer golden. It had taken on a brittle, white-hot quality, buzzing with suppressed rage. The transparent floor showed the ruined city below, now crawling with Lucifer's newly-joined forces.
Adam stood perfectly still, his back to the room. The calm mask he wore was gone. His jaw was a hard line, his hands clenched at his sides.
Behind him, the air shimmered and the adversaries reappeared. Kael's yellow eyes burned with a fury that matched the room's energy. Nyx looked less amused now, her obsidian skin tight across her face.
"He killed the Warden," Kael stated, his voice a dry crackle. "That wasn't part of your grand design, was it? That thing was supposed to guard the old leylines until the end of time. Now it's dust."
Adam didn't turn. "I am aware."
