Erend stiffened and his breath tightening as if a cold hand pressed against his lungs.
"I want to stop him… of course I do," he said. "But I don't know how. Or why any of this even started. Zerathul absorbed Krono now so he has Time power. He's been manipulating things from behind the scenes without anyone noticing until now. And now…" His throat closed. "Arty might be in danger because of that."
Veyrun remained silent for a moment. The shifting symbols across his body dimmed as if sharing Erend's fear. Then he spoke softly.
"I am sorry for what has happened to you, for what has happened to all of this. But you must act, Erend. Zerathul will not stop until he reaches what he desires."
Erend steadied his breathing. "What does he actually want?"
