"What the hell was that?" Aziel demanded, as he scanned the room for threats.
"I don't see anything," he muttered, eyes narrowing as he swept his gaze across every corner and crevice of the chamber. The air felt wrong—heavy with something beyond the mere absence of light. It carried a weight, an intention that made the hair on Aziel's neck stand on end.
After a long moment of tense silence, Aziel finally let his eyes fall onto Arthur, who stood motionless near the other end of the room. Arthur's face was pale, lips parted as though about to speak. Aziel could tell he was preparing to say something when the world suddenly shifted.
One moment Aziel was standing firm, the next he found himself violently airborne.
'What the fuck!'
