The silence in the First Void lingered long after Lucifer's words had fallen.
The Progenitors stood in their places, the faint veins of silver above casting their light across faces old as the first dawn. The Witch watched with her hood lowered, calm and still as stone. Michael's wings flexed in quiet tension. Kaer's claws dug grooves into the pale ground. Orzhun's scaled chest rose and fell with a low, steady rumble.
Sythra broke it first. "Adam walking with adversaries…" Her voice was like fire restrained, a low hiss beneath. "I thought we had ended them."
"You thought wrong," Kaer growled, his silver eyes flaring. His teeth glinted as he stepped forward, the heavy sound of his claws dragging across the stone. "You were not the only one burning when they rose. My kin bled for that war. Bled and vanished. Do not act as though your flames alone stood against them."
"Still as arrogant as you were then," Sythra snapped back, sparks scattering from her shoulders.
"Enough."
