Raphael didn't waste time with pleasantries. The moment Atlas and Elara stepped into the council chamber, two silent enforcers blocked the exit.
The archangel looked tired, which for an immortal being meant his usual perfect posture had slumped by half an inch and his eyes carried the dull shine of someone who'd just survived a board meeting from hell.
"Temporary stewardship," Raphael announced without preamble. "Three unstable districts. You will stabilize them using loaned authority. Refuse and I'll let the council vote on your immediate dissolution."
Atlas crossed his arms. "This is because of the cult, isn't it? You need someone to take the fall if things collapse faster."
Raphael's smile didn't reach his eyes. "Consider it a promotion. Congratulations."
He pressed his palm against Atlas's left forearm. White light seared into the skin, forming a glowing sigil shaped like a broken scale.
