The lead examiner did not strangle Kaiden with the console cable.
Professionalism survived.
Barely.
Her hands stayed on the edge of the ruined console instead, fingers locked hard enough that the plastic casing creaked beneath them while the monitor in front of her continued to display the most offensive sentence any instrument in the Awakened Association had ever produced.
PARAGON OF SIN.
[F-TIER.]
The testing room was trying to remember how to breathe.
One technician was on the floor with both knees pulled to her chest, staring at a dead tablet as though it might start showing the sky again if she blinked at the wrong time.
Another had both hands pressed over his headset, listening to a flood of voices from emergency channels that had stopped sounding like channels and started sounding like a building on fire.
The guards had their weapons raised, aimed at where the ginormous, planet-sized eye was just moments ago.
