But then Nyxavere's eyes lit up.
Like, lit up. Not metaphorically. Like two galaxies had just booted up behind her pupils.
And she gasped.
"Daddy," she whispered.
Parker blinked. "Yes, dear?"
He looked at her. Then glanced around at everyone else in the room like someone else had to be seeing this weird shift in tone. But no one responded. Nyxavere wasn't even looking at him—her gaze was locked on something outside, completely transfixed, like she was watching a god descend in real time.
He knew she'd seen something about to happen in the next three seconds or more...
Sure enough...
Then the ground trembled.
Just a little. At first.
Parker felt it through the soles of his shoes. Subtle but deep. Like something ancient had just yawned underneath the damn estate.
"She does whatever she wants," Nyxavere said, voice a little too proud, a little too "I live for this chaos" as she smirked, still staring toward the window.
Everyone turned. And yeah… they saw it too.
