CHAPTER: THE GOD WHO PLAYED
The white went on forever.
It wasn't bright, exactly. More like everything else had been erased, leaving only this pale, empty space that stretched further than eyes could see. There was no ground under their feet, but they didn't fall. No sky above, but they could breathe. The air felt still—too still, like the world was holding its breath.
Kieran and Arianna stood close together, shoulders nearly touching. Their footsteps made no sound. Every breath felt borrowed.
And there he was.
Adams stood about twenty paces away, hands in the pockets of his dark coat. He wasn't glowing with power or surrounded by swirling energies. He just stood there, looking at them with an expression that was neither welcoming nor hostile. Just... waiting.
"Took you long enough," he said. His voice was quiet, but it carried perfectly in the silence.
Kieran's throat felt dry. "I'm not here to fight you."
One corner of Adams' mouth twitched. "Oh?"
"We need to talk."
