The adversaries didn't wait for permission.
The moment Adam's attention shifted to Lucifer, the lead adversary gave a sharp, guttural command, and the remaining eleven surged forward. Not toward Adam's fight. Toward Lilith.
She'd expected it.
Her shadows met them halfway.
The first three hit her wall of darkness and stuck there, like flies on webbing. Their bodies convulsed once, twice, then went limp. Lilith didn't even look at them. Her eyes were on the others, tracking movement, calculating angles.
"Daniel," she said.
"Already on it."
He appeared behind the fourth adversary, his hand already inside its chest. The creature's eyes went wide, then dim. Daniel pulled his arm free, steam rising from his fingers, and grinned at the next one. "Who's next?"
Ruka moved like water. No wasted motion. His blade found the fifth adversary's throat before it could scream, then he was already turning, already cutting, already gone.
