"Is the project done?" Kivas asked, her tone light as she stepped through the arching hallway carved from tree roots and anchored marble columns.
Light filtered through woven crystal-laced silk above, forming slow-revolving glyphs across the floor.
Samael, seated on the edge of a suspended platform surrounded by glowing nodes, lifted her head and gave a thumbs-up with no effort to stand. "Almost done. Oizys had fun with it too. Probably added some of her little touches too."
Kivas tilted her head slightly, lips twitching. "I see…"
She closed her eyes and let out a soft laugh that built into something much more unhinged.
Her shoulders trembled. Her voice cracked the air like a fever dream, sharp and euphoric.
The laughter that followed echoed like a villainess in the middle of a divine conquest.
