Planning the demon territory job took two days of intensive preparation.
Elena mapped out every known ward and magical defense in the Infernal Quarter. Tommy hacked into surveillance systems – both technological and magical – to chart patrol patterns and security protocols. Viktor gathered intelligence from his contacts about demon customs and etiquette.
And I spent those two days training, pushing my newly enhanced abilities to their limits.
The safehouse's basement had been converted into a makeshift training area. Concrete walls, reinforced ceiling, wards designed to contain energy discharge. I stood in the center, channeling divine power through my body, testing how much I could manifest without exhausting myself.
Golden energy crackled around my fists. I punched the reinforced wall, and the impact cratered the concrete six inches deep.
"Holy shit," Marco said from the doorway. "You could kill someone with your bare hands now."
"That's the idea."
