The battlefield fell silent as the voice cut through the tense air, smooth yet commanding. Everyone froze, heads snapping upward. Hovering above the crumbling platform was a figure cloaked in an aura of absolute authority. Adams stood there, arms crossed, an amused smirk on his face. Beside him was Mabel, her serene expression hiding her deadly potential. Lilith, with her piercing gaze, stood not far from them. Arianna, Anderson, Nyx, Inara, Akira, Enigma—each radiated power that made even the gods pause.
Eren's grip on his scythe loosened slightly. He knew that voice, as did Kael and Selene. Their eyes widened in recognition, while Aeryn and the others exchanged confused glances.
The gods' frowns deepened. The God of Light, his composure faltering, stepped forward. "Who dares interrupt us?" he demanded.
Adams didn't even look at them. "Shush," he said dismissively, waving a hand as if brushing away an annoying insect. "I'm talking to my Horseman."
