The Origin HQ felt colder than usual.
The once-pristine marble floors were littered with cracked tiles and scattered debris from the earthquake tremors. Shadows flickered along the high walls as emergency lights struggled to stay alive, buzzing faintly before dimming again. Every corner carried the scent of blood, steel, and dying magic.
Lucifer stood silent near the broken window, holding Francisca's cold body close to his chest. Her silver hair brushed against his forearm with each trembling breath he took. Outside, the sky was a swirling grey, streaked with faint red cracks as the planet's core continued its slow death under Adam's consuming hand.
Footsteps echoed down the ruined hall.
