For a brief second, Michael simply stared.
The dust from the collapse was still spreading through the street below, rolling outward in slow grey waves that swallowed the base of the surrounding buildings. Chunks of broken stone and shattered concrete had scattered across the road in every direction.
The two staff members were still frozen in shock.
Neither spoke or moved immediately.
Then one of them exhaled.
"…That was close," he finally said.
The other man said nothing. He just kept staring.
Michael watched from above, the city spread out beneath him in the pale grey light of early dawn, and felt something settle quietly in his chest.
Michael's eyes narrowed slightly. "…So this is fate."
His voice was quiet. Then his gaze shifted to the flesh resting in his hand.
"Jester."
"Yes, Master."
