In Ezekiel's Cell
His heart began to hammer hard against his ribs, thick with rising worry.
What on earth does this text mean?
[Target's corruption reached 89%]
!
Ezekiel's face stiffened, every muscle in his body locking up. Cold dread coiled tight in his gut, sharp and unyielding. What is happening? Did something happen to Viola? Is she hurt? Is she—
He was worried as hell, every instinct screaming to go to her, to be at her side this very second. But he forced himself to pause, thinking fast even as panic clawed at his chest. He knew exactly what would happen if he simply vanished, even for a moment. The authorities would mark it as an escape attempt, and everything they had been working toward, his entire chance at a fair trial, would go up in smoke.
Ezekiel gritted his teeth, jaw tight with frustration.
