Raziel had gone three days without seeing natural light and he had already stopped missing it.
What he did hear was everything.
That was the problem with activating [Trauma Acoustics] in a stone building: stone didn't filter anything.
Every footstep, every whisper, every dry cough from some prisoner on the upper level reached his cell with the clarity of someone speaking directly into his ear.
The iron door in front of him looked locked, but it was a lie: the padlock was broken, hanging loose thanks to Lucian's dagger.
He could leave whenever he wanted.
But leaving now would be suicide.
The plan was simple: wait for Lucian to start the riot on Level 1.
As soon as the first scream was heard, Celestine would go up to control the chaos, and that would be Raziel's moment to go down to Level 3 for the Oracle.
"Just wait for the signal," he repeated to himself.
But then, he heard Six pairs of boots with military step, coordinated.
