Mikhailis adjusted the glasses perched on his nose, the faint glow from the lenses illuminating the swirling mist around him. His fingers tapped lightly on the frame as Rodion's voice chimed in, crisp and unwavering.
So, it's coming straight for us. Fantastic.
Mikhailis inhaled deeply, trying to keep his nerves steady. He couldn't afford to panic—not with Cerys nearby, already bracing herself for the unknown threat looming in the distance.
