Smoke bloomed across the sky like ink spilled on parchment.
Ren and Lilith reappeared in a flash of light and distortion, creating a ripple in the air around them as they stepped onto the rooftop where Thorn, Elias, and Valen were already perched.
The noise from the chaos of the Summerhold riot filled the air around them, acting like background noise. The people were still chanting, businesses were still burning, and through it all, the church bell was still rolling, like it was singing a song to commemorate the violence that was taking place.
Thorn turned the moment they appeared, his face breaking into a wide, crooked grin. "I see my little riot worked out perfectly."
Ren couldn't help but laugh at the greeting. "Why am I not surprised that you were behind this?" He said. "I should've known. Only a devious mind would cook this up. You've always had a flair for the dramatic."
