The night draped New Hera like a falling cloak over its residency, the sight of the city lights and noise from night time echoed evenly throughout from the hillside the academy is made on.
Within Adam's mansion its spires piercing the sky, its glass walls reflecting the moon's pale glow.
Inside, the grand foyer Adam adjusted the cuffs of his tailored black suit, its fabric clinging to his broad shoulders, as he fix his crimson color tie around his neck.
His golden eyes, sharp and restless, scanned his reflection in a gilded mirror.
Across the room, Priscilla emerged from the dark evening hallway, and when Adam turned to meet her glare, it was a vision that stole his breath.
"Wowwww!"
That was the only words that left his mouth in that moment as he look her up, and then down utterly enthralled by the sight before him.
