"Okay, hold on… hold on." Mio's voice cracked through the heavy silence, shaky but edged with disbelief.
His eyes darted between the two men standing at the center of the chaos—between Kairo and Caelen, the twin storms that had somehow collided in one place.
"Are we seriously not going to talk about why the fuck a gate just appeared out of nowhere—and why Lion's Fang just walked out of it like it's a damn red carpet entrance?!"
His tone was sharp, but under the sarcasm was real fear.
The kind that came from surviving too many near-death experiences to trust coincidences.
Caelen didn't seem bothered.
In fact, he looked amused.
A smirk tugged at his lips, slow and deliberate, the kind that could either start a fight or end one.
He tilted his head slightly, the red light from the fractured gate reflecting off his eyes. "Let's just say…" he drawled, "we're a gift from the heavens."
His voice dripped with mockery, confidence curling around each word like smoke.
