The basement vault's amber light dimmed as Mochi sealed the armory behind them, the runes flickering once before going dark.
The three spirits climbed the creaking stairs in heavy silence. Every second they spent preparing was another second Kane remained in Elias's claws.
They reached the Lamborghini in the alley behind the shop, its sleek lines gleaming under the late afternoon sun.
Cyrus slid behind the wheel, the engine roaring to life with a predator's growl.
Mochi sprinted toward the passenger door, goggles bouncing on his forehead.
"Shotgun! I call—"
Ginsei's hand shot out, catching the cat spirit's shoulder and stopping him cold.
"Backseat."
His voice carried the authority of someone accustomed to obedience.
"That seat belongs to Kane."
Mochi's ears flattened against his skull, but he didn't argue.
Even chaos had its hierarchy.
"Fine, but I get window privileges," he grumbled, climbing into the back.
Ginsei settled into the leather seat beside Mochi.
