The Pale Choir.
The Spiral's dogs.
Adam took one look at them and sighed.
"Great," he muttered. "Was wondering when the freak show would get here."
Joshua didn't flinch. His gaze locked with Lyrix, steps still steady.
He looked at Adam. Their eyes met.
Adam gave him a small nod. "Go."
Joshua turned without hesitation and continued walking toward Lyrix, the ground under his boots humming with restrained pressure.
Alice and Kaiden stepped back.
Adam rolled his shoulders and stepped forward to meet the approaching Choir.
He clapped once, loud enough to echo through the plaza.
"Alright," he said, smiling like this was just another day. "Ladies. Gentlemen. Whatever the hell you are."
Ashra's eyes narrowed. Flames sparked up her arm like they were hungry.
Hush tilted his head, dripping ink from his blade.
Anvil cracked his neck, knuckles popping like thunder.
Adam raised both hands lazily and said, "I hate to break it to you, but you're all dead meat."
