Chapter Title: Laws Written in a Broken World
The wind did not resist him.
It answered.
Not with obedience.
Not with submission.
But with attention.
That alone was enough to shift the weight of the moment.
Azrael stood at the center of the growing field of echoes, his words still lingering in the air like something the world itself had yet to decide how to process. The figures surrounding him remained still, their forms flickering faintly, some more stable than others, all of them watching.
Waiting.
Not for permission.
For direction.
“…Yeah,” Azrael muttered under his breath.
“That’s new.”
Quinn’s voice followed quietly.
“You are no longer reacting.”
A pause.
“You are defining.”
Azrael exhaled slowly.
“Yeah.”
A faint smirk.
“I’m starting to notice that.”
He took a step
