The silence of the stasis zone had grown heavy, a sheet of unreality where even the crackle of Lucifer's demonic mana seemed to suffocate. Loriel, the archangel who had reached the rank of Seraph, stared at Konstantine with a wariness that fought against her own stupor.
She looked down at her own hands, hands that had carried out divine orders without ever questioning them. Her fingers trembled slightly, and she clenched them into fists to hide the weakness. "Enemies? What do you mean, enemies?" Loriel asked, her voice vibrating with an uncertainty she had never felt in millennia of existence.
Konstantine smoothed his blond hair with deliberate slowness, a smirk curling his lips. He wasn't looking at her directly; his attention was fixed on the streams of probability he perceived through his < Spirit Eye >, those invisible lines connecting future events in a complex web.
