Ancestor Tyre found his heart skipping a beat when Theron's gaze suddenly landed on him. It was as though he was being tracked by a beast, and yet rather than facing off against a wild gaze without much thought but a feral obsession, it was cold and calculating instead.
The combination of wild abandon and chilling ice pressed onto his chest, suffocating him.
Scholar McIntyre frowned. He had been watching the scene from the start, so focused on trying to find a weakness in Theron that he had noticed in time when his brother started to attack.
This wasn't something that they should have eagerly gotten involved in if it wasn't necessary. The fact that Theron had thought it right to lure them here in the beginning should have been enough cause for pause.
Still, what Ott wanted to understand was exactly how Theron had done it. How had he broken free of Juliax's attack? What changed? How was he—?
Ott's eyes sharpened as he realized something.
They were running out of time.
And fast.