The helicopter's rotors faded into the distance, the sound growing thinner and thinner until it was nothing but a whisper against the wind.
Nox stood at the edge of the shattered throne room's outer balcony, his dark hair whipping around his face, his pale eyes fixed on the retreating aircraft. The black helicopter carrying Julian and his women was now just a speck on the horizon, disappearing into the crimson-tinted sky.
A small smile curved his lips.
"Seems everything went smoothly," he murmured.
Behind him, the mutant woman's red eyes narrowed. Her wings twitched, spreading slightly as if preparing to pursue. Her claws clicked against the broken marble floor.
"You let them escape," she said, her voice low and dangerous. "You helped the Ghost get away."
Nox turned, his pale eyes meeting her crimson gaze. There was no fear in his expression, only calm, almost bored indifference.
