With a heavy creak, the cellar doors swung open, the rusty hinges protesting the intrusion.
In walked Xelithos, an aura of command emanating from his tall figure, with Ezara and Kaldor flanking him like shadows.
Their eyes were sharp, searching the gloom for their quarry.
"ANUNNAKI SCUM!!!"
Adam's scream was primal, raw, filled with a hatred that had festered for eons.
The room seemed to quiver in response, a sonic boom erupting from the very core of his being. It was as if the air itself recoiled from the intensity of his rage.
A shockwave of energy spread outwards, its force palpable, shaking the very foundations of the space.
Chronos, still in his awkward, slanted cross-legged position, was caught off guard.
The force of the explosion tipped him over, his body toppling to the side as if in slow motion.
But even as his body responded to the physical jolt, his mind remained strangely detached.
