Ethan touched down silently on the cobblestones of Cathedral Square, standing directly in front of the ornate façade of the Grand Kremlin Palace. The structure, the heart of power for the Olympus faction and their leader Putin stood bathed in soft lamplight, the gold onion domes dusted with fresh snow.
"Quite a view," Ethan murmured, his breath forming small plumes of vapor. "A true pity it has to be stained."
"BRING BORIS BEFORE ME IMMEDIATELY!"
Ethan didn't yell. Instead, he resonated his voice using his internal Void frequency, turning his command into a sonic boom that slammed against the palace walls. The ancient glass of the windows shattered instantly, and the heavy stone façade trembled as if in fear.
