Several floors above—
Charles didn't slow.
He couldn't.
The corridor ahead stretched long and polished, lined with dark-paneled walls and recessed lighting that cast a cool, even glow across marble floors.
Decorative fixtures—vases, sculptures, framed pieces—sat untouched for all of half a second before he tore past them.
WOOSH—~
His wings clipped the edge of a mounted frame—
CRACK—!
It shattered instantly, glass bursting outward in a spray as the force of his movement ripped it clean from the wall.
A table beside it overturned from the displaced air, skidding across the floor before slamming into the opposite side.
Behind him—
The destruction didn't stop.
It escalated.
The hair followed.
Not loosely.
Not trailing.
It filled the corridor like a storm forced into a narrow space, strands whipping forward in violent bursts—
KRRRSH—!
Walls split apart as they struck, deep grooves carved into the structure as the strands punched through paneling and concrete alike.
