"The Correction," Adrian breathed, his voice tight with fury and disbelief.
The silhouette stepped fully into view within the rift, calm, immaculate, utterly untouched by the chaos spiraling around him like he existed in a different layer of reality entirely. His expression was neither triumphant nor hostile.
Merely satisfied.
Like someone watching a complex experiment produce expected results.
"You adapt quickly," he said, looking at Kael and Luna as though they were students who had finally, finally solved the equation he'd been waiting for them to comprehend.
Kael's grip tightened around Luna's hand, feeling the power flowing between them through their joined palms. The sigil on his chest pulsed steadily now, no longer burning, controlled but immense, containing more power than anything mortal should hold.
"You set this up," Kael growled, accusing every word.
The Correction tilted his head slightly, almost curious. "I revealed the fracture. You chose how to respond."
