Adam landed lightly on the cracked stone floor, his body shifting back to its human form as his feet touched the ground. The transformation left him swaying slightly, exhaustion pulling at his limbs, but he forced himself upright. His crimson eyes swept the chamber, searching for his companions.
Lilith stood near a pillar, her silver-threaded gown intact, her expression serene despite the scratches on her arms. A small, satisfied smile played on her lips.
Isolde leaned against the wall, her pale face flushed with exertion, but her eyes were clear and sharp. She met Adam's gaze and nodded once.
Adam's gaze swept the chamber again, searching for a flash of fiery hair, a flicker of flames.
Ignis wasn't there.
Adam's chest tightened. "Where's Ignis?"
Lilith's smile faded. Her crimson eyes flickered toward the far end of the chamber, toward the passage that had led them here. "She hasn't emerged."
