Vale's POV
Pain woke me.
Not physical pain. This was deeper. The pain of watching my father's body being torn apart by fighting Vincents from different timelines.
"Papa," I whispered, forcing my eyes open.
The world was chaos. Alternate versions of me were fighting supernatural leaders. Multiple Vincents were battling inside my father's mind, making his body jerk like a puppet with tangled strings. And my mother - my supposedly dead mother - was trying to protect everyone at once.
I tried to stand but couldn't. My magic was completely drained from fighting Vincent's possession.
"Stay down," Dante said, appearing at my side. "You're not strong enough to fight yet."
"Papa needs help," I protested weakly.
"We're trying," Adrian replied, his vampire speed allowing him to dodge a blast from Elder Vex. "But we're outnumbered."
