"Let's see, Victor…" Leon Grimlock's voice was a low growl, his lips curling into a smirk. "I trust this time, you'll make it worth my while. The last timeline was… disappointing."
Victor blinked, his brow furrowing. Last timeline? He didn't understand what Leon meant, but he didn't need to—every instinct in his body screamed the same thing: enemy.
And worse, his gut told him this was an enemy he couldn't beat.
"Stand back."
Alector rose, his staff glowing faintly with mana.
"Old Alector…" Victor shot him a worried glance. "You sure about this?"
"Don't underestimate me, boy," Alector said, his eyes resting on Leon.
Leon's smile faded slightly, his gaze flickering toward the distant column of white light that pierced the clouds. His expression hardened.
"Not yet," he muttered under his breath.
Amael hadn't arrived. He could feel it.
