Adam appeared just a few steps away from them, hands in his pockets, a relaxed smile on his face.
"Yo. Hello, gents," he greeted casually, his voice calm and smooth. His glowing Omega eyes scanned Wraith and Krozak. "Judging by the way you two look… I'm guessing I've been out for a while."
He walked over to a nearby rock and sat down carefully—slowly, gently—as if even the slightest pressure might reduce it to dust.
Wraith raised an eyebrow, arms crossed. "...Define a while."
Adam chuckled softly, one hand resting on his knee. "That long, huh?"
Wraith didn't smile. He just stared at Adam—the boy who once killed him, then brought him back. Who broke every rule and lived. And now? He was back. Stronger. Different. Still not a Monarch… and yet more terrifying than ever.
