As if summoned by her words, the palace shuddered again. But this tremor came from the direction of the gates, where the sounds of approaching footsteps echoed through the corridors.
Garduck appeared in the throne room's entrance. The demon's usually composed features were tight with barely controlled emotion, his green eyes reflecting a mixture of exhaustion and grim satisfaction despite the blood oozing from the singed left half of his body. Behind him, the sounds of other footsteps faded as Luna and the God-King Ozymandias headed toward other parts of the city.
Garduck's gaze immediately found Adam's unconscious form, and something flickered across his battle-scarred features. He bit his lip before speaking.
"Good thing I sent Luna to handle the burial duties. Even gave me death glares for suggesting it, but seeing him like this..." He let the words trail off, his hands clenching into fists.
Mimir looked up from his healing spells. "You have the materials?"
