Connor blinked once, then twice, the grin twitching at the corners as though trying to decide if laughter or horror was the appropriate response.
"Relegated," he repeated, slowly. "That's… one way to describe the man currently trying to outsmart the Creator."
Elias exhaled, long and resigned. "Perfect. Wonderful. I didn't want peace anyway."
Victor didn't comment, but the sharp edge of his silence said enough. The lights flickered once, not dramatically, just in that subtle, warning way that meant his patience was thinning.
Aswin leaned toward Robert and whispered, "We should start digging a bunker."
Robert nodded, sipping his coffee. "Or move to another dimension. Preferably one without gods or dissertations."
"Alright," Connor said, pushing off the desk. "Before this turns into a family crisis, again, let me clarify: Uno's not going to hurt him. He's just… studying him. Watching."
"Stalking," Elias corrected.
Connor smirked. "Poetic semantics."
