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The garish neon bleed of Pentagram City fractures through the war room's stained glass, painting Adam's grey skin in shifting, prismatic light. He slouches in his command throne, halo askew, a platter of gnawed rib bones before him. A slick smear of grease catches the light on his chin as he finishes licking his fingers, a self-satisfied smirk playing on his lips. "And that, my friend, is how you close a deal. Legendary." He straightens, the casual slouch disappearing as he folds his hands on the table. The smirk sharpens into a blade's edge, his eyes glinting with celestial fire. "you. The clock's ticking. Plan Exterminate is live. Impress me."