The archangel laughed, and the only good thing about the sound was that it wasn't edging close to hysterical anymore. The hollowness of defeat wasn't much better.

"It didn't get that far. The whole fucking thing backlashed in my face before I could even shape the damned walls." Just as soon as he'd summoned the power to do it. He'd thought it would be like his constructs, that he just needed to let things flow and happen without over-trying.

He'd been wrong. And now he didn't know how bad the price he was paying would be.