"So I'm not imagining things, right? About the weather?" Ambrose asked Devon and Gabriel just when they were about to head back inside.
The space god shook his head, eyes refusing to leave the darkening clouds miles away. "Nope."
[ALERT: Incoming signature detected. Target is flying in fast.]
Ambrose's eyes widened at the system notification.
Flying?!
"Hey," Devon placed a hand over his eyes. "Is that a bird?"
Gabriel and Ambrose followed his gaze.
Descending from the sky was a 'creature' with massive wings so wide they blotted out the sunlight with their descent. Ambrose squinted as the figure dropped several feet ahead of them, close to the compound's gate.
His shoulders relaxed a bit.
Wait a minute.
That was no bird or creature.
It was—
"Ambrose," Loki's wings folded into their back like they never existed. Relief flashed in their eyes, further confusing Ambrose. "Thank goodness you're safe."
