Adams, his gaze still intense, seemed to inhale deeply as if a moment of realization passed through him. A small, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corner of his lips, the frustration melting away into something far darker, more satisfied. "I know what to do," he muttered, almost to himself, as though the weight of his decision settled upon him with a single, swift realization. Without further ceremony, he raised his hand, fingers curling slightly as though drawing power from the very air itself.
Then, in a motion so subtle it seemed almost too natural, he snapped his fingers.
