The arrival of Lailah brought a guttural roar tearing from Zariel's throat. Trapped within the luminous cage, the Reaper's form flickered like a guttering candle flame, his rage a tangible presence in the air. He slammed his fists against the shimmering bars, each impact sending ripples through his essence, but the light held, unyielding.
Harry edged closer to his mother, his gaze flickering between her and the furious spectacle of the imprisoned Reaper. "What are you doing here, Mom?" he asked, concern etching lines around his eyes.
