Vickson had stopped and he was looking at me.
No, not looking. Staring.
His black eyes held nothing of the man I had known. Only an abyss.
A void.
And yet, he spoke.
"Do you think you can stop this?" His voice dropped low, nearly curious. "You think I can stop this?"
I carry the weight of those words in my chest.
He wasn't asking for help.
He was telling me it was already too late.
Emilia's voice broke through the haze. "Vickson, listen to me"
"No." One word.
Final and Absolute.
Then he moved.
Faster than I could react.
One second he stood across from me. The next, he was in front of me, his hand around my throat.
Ava screamed. Emilia's power flared. But it didn't matter.
Vickson lifted me off the ground like I weighed nothing.
His grip was cold.
Not just physically, something deeper.