"So tell me," Nolan said, his voice echoing through the battered arena, "are you going to apologize for everything you've done? Tell me."
His eyes glowed faintly, light bending around his pupils as dust drifted in the still air.
"Tell me, Luthar."
Luthar spat blood onto the sand, his chest rising and falling heavily. "No," he growled. "Never! I don't care. I don't care what happens. You're going to die!"
He roared and charged forward — claws slicing through the air — but before he could take another step—
Snap.
Nolan's fingers clicked.
The world froze.
Luthar's entire body halted mid-motion, his muscles locked as though caught between moments. The sand beneath his feet stopped shifting, even the air around him stood still. Only his head could move — trembling slightly.
"Wh–what's going on?" he gasped, eyes wide. "I can move my head… but not my body. What is this?!"
