"Boy, you really threw the world into something, didn't you?" Rhys muttered, watching Adyr flap his wings and slip through the hoverjet's open hatch.
They had waited here since the drop-off, just in case he came back. And he did, leaving behind a chaos the world had never seen before.
Or rather, not chaos… something closer to order.
"They wanted a symbolic figurehead," Adyr said with a faint chuckle, folding his wings as he moved toward an empty seat. "I just gave them one."
Dizziness hit harder. As he sank into the seat, he fought off a wave of nausea.
"Well, I'll admit," Rhys fixed his eyes on the young man who had just acted like a god in front of thousands, now slouched like a tired soldier, "even that so-called Mad Scientist—whoever he is—probably didn't expect this."
