The boom of their voice was concussive enough to reach even beyond the sealed doors, making Eve, who was yet to be accustomed to such grandiose acts of homage, to become momentarily taken aback by the unexpected display.
Meanwhile, Isaac; who was by far the most impressed by his new empress' divine talents; even envying them slightly, for giving her the innate ability to achieve every true assassin's lifelong dream of closing in on any target, even in broad daylight, with absolutely minimal, or even complete evasion from any and all forms of detection; vanished from his spot by my side, and appeared a second later with an exquisitely crafted and ornate chair in hand, one that they'd apparently prepared this morning for when they believed she'd join us for breakfast.
