The corridor lights flickered in erratic pulses, casting shadows like broken memories.
Zayn stood still, his body tense. Beside him, Yanyu clutched her side, her strength not yet fully returned—but her eyes were sharp, glowing gold from their lingering bond.
Ahead floated a man wrapped in distorted reality. His boots never touched the ground. His presence made the air feel wrong.
“Long time, little brother,” the figure sneered.
“Call me that again,” Zayn growled, stepping forward, “and I’ll remind you who was buried first.”
The man laughed. “Still full of bark and no bite. Let me guess. You still think you’re human?”
Zayn’s jaw clenched.
[SYSTEM WARNING]
Neural stress level increasing. Emotional synchronization rising. Combat engagement not advised.
Too late.
“Eris, mute the warn
