With that revelation, Adam reluctantly followed Phanmorra, the phantom's shifting outline folding around him until both of them vanished like a ship swallowed by heavy fog. The oppressive silence that followed left only Leo and Discordia in the chamber.
The Goddess of Discord had not moved from her perch. She stood tall on the table, the black blindfold draped over her eyes, the dark cloth shifting faintly as if stirred by an unseen wind. Her grin lingered, sharp and knowing.
Leo tilted his head back, his jaw tight, irritation radiating off him in waves. He had no patience for her games, not now. "Enough. What do you want?" His voice cut the air like a blade, raw and demanding.
