Circe was not startled by his unexpected appearance; her connection with Rowan was deeper than most would expect or understand. Still, Archimedes nearly leaped out of her skin, hissing like a scared viper. The Lightning Kirin beat her small black wings with annoyance, and bolts of blue lightning illuminating the surroundings emerged from them before they faded into harmless sparks. She looked away with a little huff. Her behavior was unbecoming of a higher-dimensional being, Archimedes thought in despair.
"Welcome back, Romion, and I am sorry for what will happen to Maeve. I trust that they shall pay for this transgression in blood and screams. Everything you asked for has been prepared, my lord."
Circe spoke gently, the hint of fire in her tone could barely be contained, and Archimedes looked at her in confusion, not understanding the entire words being spoken by her mistress.
"The War Room is ready for your supervision."
