The announcement shook the cosmos like a deafening clap of thunder.
Every living soul, from the highest celestial to the lowliest creature crawling in the shadows, felt the weight of Lucifer's declaration. The proclamation reverberated through the very essence of existence, leaving no corner untouched.
In the command room of the city, Enel stood still, his eyes narrowing as the echoes faded.
His expression remained composed, but his hand clenched into a fist so tightly that his nails pierced his palm. A faint trickle of blood slid down his fingers, leaving small crimson stains on the floor beneath him.
Far from him, Allison walked the corridors, her thoughts distant until something stopped her mid-stride. A faint whisper brushed past her ear, soft and teasing. It was unlike Lucifer's voice from before—gentler, playful, like faint laughter carried on a breeze. She paused, looking around, her heart racing.
