The absolute most terrifying, stressful battle the Vanguard of the universe had ever fought was against a slightly drafty window in the master bedroom.
Valeria lay reclined on a massive mountain of perfectly fluffed silk pillows. She was in the final, incredibly uncomfortable weeks of her pregnancy. The tiny, localized gravity wells she usually relied on to move with grace were currently being completely disrupted by the two fiercely strong, elemental sparks growing inside her. She was carrying twins, and she felt exactly like a heavily armored transport ship attempting to navigate a shallow river.
Kael stood near the heavy wooden window frame, his massive, scarred brow furrowed in absolute, deadly concentration. The Sun God held his large hand inches from the glass. He was not summoning an explosive supernova to shatter a celestial army. He was carefully and obsessively manipulating the ambient thermal radiation of the room, ensuring the temperature was exactly perfect.
