The Swapper

“Jayden… listen to me.” Emric’s voice was weak, broken. Half his body lay sprawled on the ground, his breath ragged, his skin deathly pale. Sweat glistened on his forehead as he reached out a trembling hand.

Jayden stumbled forward, collapsing beside him. He grabbed Emric’s hand, gripping it tightly.

“Hold on,” Jayden urged. “I’m not leaving you behind. We came here together—we *leave* together.”

Emric’s fingers twitched, his strength fading fast. He swallowed hard, his voice barely above a whisper. “Save her… save yourself.”

"Shut up," Jayden snapped. "You're *not* dying. Not here. Not like this."

But Emric’s eyes were already glazing over. His body convulsed slightly, his lips trembling. "Jayden… look at me. I'm already—" His voice broke.

Jayden refused to let go. *He’s still breathing. There’s still time.*

Then a voice—sharp and alarmed—cut through the tension.

“What *is that?*”