Johnathan had been an Earthly Lord.
That fact settled over the surviving Faraday operatives like cold water. Their leader, an Earthly Lord, had been decapitated in a single clean motion before he could finish a sentence. The gap between that and whatever Adam was didn't leave room for a rational response.
One of them broke and ran.
A wind blade took his head before he cleared his first step. The rest didn't even get the chance to make that mistake. Wind blades swept through the group in rapid succession, precise and unhurried, and then it was over. The street outside the manor gate had gone from a covert infiltration to a graveyard in under ten seconds.
Adam stood alone among the bodies, hands back in his pockets.
