But just then, breaking the silence scattered across the dining table, Michael set down the coffee mug he had been holding. The softness that had briefly appeared on his face moments ago—brought on by Lily's charm—was gone. In its place stood the same old warrior, hardened by ruin and experience.
"The time has come," Michael's voice echoed through the hall. "We need to divide our fronts. Our enemy is not a single force, and we don't have even a moment to lose."
Mercy slid her breakfast plate aside and met Michael's gaze. "Lily and I will go to Sarena's house with her. We need to uncover the truth behind that wax doll. We have to find out which demonic spirit is trapped inside it, and to what extent it has already taken control of Luciana. We'll try to speak to Luciana directly."
