It didn't take long before a figure emerged from the shadows.
When Ambrose finally saw who was behind the voice—he froze. Dread coiled tight in his chest, distorting any coherent thought.
The Void Entity!
It didn't attack.
At least not yet.
It just levitated there, staring down at Ambrose like a god looking upon an insect. The mini black hole spinning on its head slowed.
'Rose?' Devon answered his telepathic call just then. 'Are you okay? Should we come—'
'No.' he swallowed. 'Don't come in yet.'
'You literally reached out screaming in our heads.' Viktor sneered. 'Rory, you better not be doing anything—'
He cut off the communication before they said something that would make him want them to come. His fists balled as his eyes met the Void Entity again.
This had to be his fight. Unless the Pantheon made their way here soon he couldn't let his boyfriends face the Void Entity.
