Kael turned around, zipped up, and walked back like nothing had happened.
Michael gave him a weird look but didn't say anything. Now wasn't the time.
The air outside got heavier—like someone had just dropped a mountain on the city. Arthur furrowed his brows and looked up.
"Okay… that's not normal," he muttered.
"No shit," Michael replied, eyes narrowing. "That's not the demon's power. It's something else."
"Another Seraphim?" Arthur asked.
Michael shook his head. "Nah. We'd be dead already."
"Good point."
The demon mayor also noticed. He glanced toward the cell bars, then up at the ceiling like he was trying to spot the source. His face scrunched up for a second, but he didn't panic.
Which was worrying in itself.
Because if the guy who slammed Arthur into the ground like a ragdoll wasn't panicking, but still looked annoyed… then yeah, they had a bigger problem.
The demon sighed and stood up. "Stay here. If any of you try to escape, I'll consider it a declaration of war."
