"I've put the guard dogs to sleep. And since it's almost midnight, there aren't many guards still on their feet," Madison explained quietly as they reached the door through which they could enter the estate.
Lucy had already gone ahead and taken position in the back garden, hidden among the shadows of the old trees.
"Even so, there are still about fifteen men on duty at this hour. Seven of them alone are near the office," she continued. Then she stopped and gave them a scrutinizing look. "You'd better get the documents first. As far as I know, he still has a guest in his office. Once that guy leaves, you'll have a good chance to break in."
Noctis frowned.
"As far as I know, no meeting was planned for today. Who is it?"
Madison shrugged. "No idea. I've never seen him before. But from what I've picked up, he belongs to the Viper Syndicate. Probably a middleman. Seems to be about some kind of deal."
Noctis let out a quiet snort. "Knowing that bastard, there's definitely something dirty behind it."
"You can bet on it," Madison replied dryly.
"Well, whatever. It doesn't exactly suit our plans right now, but we've prepared a suitable distraction."
Madison nodded. "You should take an alternate route to the safe," she said, stopping in front of a door that led down to the basement. "If you go through here, keep to the right. The paths are pretty winding, but basically you just need to find the wine cellar. From there, you can get into the kitchen, which should be empty at this hour. Once you're there, go down the hallway to the right. From that point on, you should be able to find your way again."
Isaac nodded. "I know this place well. We'll manage."
"Same here."
Isaac shot Noctis an amused look. "If I remember correctly, you used to get lost in the basement all the time."
Noctis made a face. "All the time? That maybe happened once."
"Hundreds of times," Isaac corrected dryly, rolling his eyes. "And every time I had to go looking for you."
"Complete nonsense," Noctis protested, though he couldn't suppress a slight grin.
Madison raised an eyebrow. "Could you postpone your nostalgia until later? I'd rather not stand here until the next patrol comes by."
Noctis gave a brief nod. "Alright. We'll see each other later."
"Be careful," Madison said, her tone serious again. "Since the death of the first son, the guards have been nervous. Too nervous. Every mistake stands out. Take care, boys—the guards have been pretty on edge since his death. I'll go to Lucy and stay ready in case something happens. The fewer people moving around in there, the better."
For a moment, there was silence.
Then Isaac stepped forward, placed his hand on the door, and slowly opened it. A narrow, dark corridor led down into the basement.
"Hey! Wait for me!" Noctis called after him in a low voice.
Isaac didn't react and disappeared into the basement without a backward glance. "Then hurry up."
As he descended the first steps, he slipped the earbud into his ear and activated the connection.
"Ember, can you hear me?"
"Loud and clear, Moonshadow. Is Sandman with you?" Ash's tired voice came through.
Noctis chimed in. "I'm here."
"Very good. I've already heard about the change of plans and checked everything I could. Unfortunately, there are only two cameras in the basement. You're passing the first one right now. The second is in the wine cellar. But I don't think anyone's going to surprise you down there."
"Okay," Isaac replied, moving quietly through the basement.
Even so, he slowed his steps. Even if no one was down there, it didn't hurt to be cautious.
"Not much has really changed down here since our childhood," Noctis said after they had crossed the basement in silence.
"What is there to change down here?"
"Do you think your hiding spots still exist?"
Isaac snorted. "No idea. Maybe one or two are still there."
Noctis chuckled softly. "Though I found all of them—I always knew where you were."
"You didn't. You often went looking for me and got lost. I always had to come find you and lead you back out of the basement," Isaac replied dryly.
"Was it like that?" Noctis mused. "The only thing I remember is that your little hand always held mine."
"Because otherwise you would've gotten lost again—which is almost a miracle, considering this basement isn't that big," Isaac sighed. He shot him a cool look. "Focus. We've only just started the mission."
"Yeah, yeah, alright. You're right," Noctis said, turning his gaze forward again.
Isaac had never quite managed to shake the habits he'd picked up in the orphanage—even after the Boss had saved him. Trusting others had always been difficult for him. In the little free time he had, he would search for new hiding spots and do everything he could to make sure neither Noah nor Noctis could find him.
This estate was full of memories. He had used every corner he could find. Sometimes he even hid between the top shelves and the cellar ceiling—just to watch the other two desperately searching for him.
But it was always because they wanted to play with him. They had never bullied him. Of course, Noctis used to tease him constantly, but never with bad intentions.
Thinking back on it, those really had been good times.
Everything had been… simpler. Not like it was now.
Isaac glanced at Noctis, who walked silently beside him. He seemed focused, checking every corner as if someone might jump out at any moment. It hurt to watch him. Isaac's plan weighed heavily on his heart, and already he felt guilty about simply leaving him behind.
They reached the wine cellar and took the stairs leading up to the kitchen.
"Ember? What's the situation?"
"Clear. Most of the guards are gathered around the office, two are watching the entrance, two are in the garden, and three more are on the upper floor. Also… there are two guards patrolling the ground floor."
Isaac paused for a moment. "Anyone in our immediate vicinity?"
"No. You're good to go."
"Understood."
"After you, darling," Noctis murmured softly, closing the distance between them.
Isaac moved ahead, ignoring the fact that Noctis had called him "darling" again without immediately apologizing. At least a few times, he wanted to hear it. He memorized the sound of the word and the way Noctis said it.
With quiet steps, he hurried down the corridor until he reached the next turn.
"All clear. Move."
Isaac turned right and followed their originally planned route. As he moved, he pulled out his lockpick. The door behind which the safe was hidden was secured by three locked doors. He knelt in front of them and opened them within seconds.
Noctis let out a soft whistle behind him.
"It's always impressive how quickly you manage to pick a lock."
Isaac's heart pounded loudly in his chest. No matter how guilty he felt, there was something exhilarating about picking locks. Every small success gave him a rush. It electrified him, pushing aside all the dark thoughts he carried with him.
"Move it," he muttered and slipped into the now-open room. As soon as Noctis had entered as well, he quickly locked the door behind them.
"Why are you locking it?" Noctis asked, puzzled.
"So we'll know if someone tries to enter, and we'll at least have a small window to hide," Isaac explained calmly. "Besides, I don't want to find out what happens if someone happens to come across this door unlocked."
Noctis nodded slowly. "Fair point."
Isaac looked around the room where the Boss kept some of his files. As he moved toward the next door, he used his small flashlight to scan the spines of the folders. Nothing stood out, and nothing had a strange name. Some were labeled for donation receipts, contracts, or insurance—ordinary things one would keep at home.
"Wait, Moonshadow," Ash's voice suddenly came through. "There's a camera in the next room. Let me copy the footage so I can loop it. Just a moment."
"Okay. I'll start working on the lock."
"As long as you don't open the door, it's fine."
Isaac set the pick and focused on the lock.
Behind him, Noctis' quiet voice broke the silence. "Did I ever tell you how damn attractive your breaking-and-entering skills are?"
Isaac froze for a moment.
"Like that time," Noctis continued, amused, "when you broke into my front door drunk because you were too impatient and really wanted sex."
"Noctis!" Isaac hissed immediately, flushing. "Can you please be serious for once and focus?"
But Noctis only chuckled softly to himself.
Of course Isaac remembered that night.
Far too well.
"You're good to go," Ash cut in dryly, interrupting the memory.
Isaac exhaled slowly and stepped into the next room, where the Boss kept invoices and financial records.
He went straight to the cabinet that held the safe.
The lock was a bit more complex, but nothing Isaac couldn't handle. With a soft click, it gave way, and Isaac found himself face to face with the safe—massive, black, and incredibly heavy. His hand trembled slightly.
So this is where all the Boss's dirty secrets are hidden?
He pulled out his stethoscope and examined the combination lock. There were no hints to the code. He would need absolute silence to open it. So he glanced over his shoulder.
"Wait outside the door. I need complete silence," Isaac instructed Noctis.
"But I am quiet!" Noctis protested.
Isaac sighed. "You're breathing."
"And?" Noctis asked, confused.
"It distracts me," Isaac replied, already turning back to the safe.
Noctis let out a quiet breath. "Alright. I'll wait outside."
"Ember? I'm dropping off the line for now. Coordinate with Sandman about the guards. I'll check in once I'm done."
"Got it. See you in a bit, Moonshadow."
He ended the call, slipped the earpiece into his jacket pocket, and placed the stethoscope into his ears. Carefully, he pressed it against the safe, his hand hovering over the dial. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his heartbeat.
Easier said than done. It was pounding so loudly he could hear it in his ears.
This would be so much easier if it weren't the Boss he was robbing.
What might be inside? Were there really documents that incriminating?
He closed his eyes and recalled what Vincent and Noctis had told him—about his parents, about how he had ended up in the orphanage. The memories resurfaced, heavy and unwelcome. Slowly, he exhaled and opened his eyes again.
If the proof of everything he had endured was in here, then he wanted to know.
A sudden calm settled over him.
Either he would find damning evidence.
Or… nothing at all.
But there was only one way to find out.
His hand gripped the dial. He began working the lock, testing combination after combination until, finally, he succeeded. With a soft creak, the door opened. His heart was racing.
And yet, for a moment, all he could do was stare at what lay inside.
Folders. Files. Papers—far more than he had expected. So many that he and Noctis could hardly carry them out alone, if this was what they had been searching for.
Isaac pulled out the first folder and flipped through it, shining his flashlight over the text and images. It was about drugs—some kind of liquid that had made its way into the city. Isaac had never heard of it, yet the dates showed it had been circulating for at least half a year. There were reports of dead addicts and notes on where the substance was being sold.
When Isaac saw the price—and the images of the victims—his stomach turned.
He set the folder aside and grabbed the next one.
Prostitution and human trafficking.
There were lists—young women and men… children cataloged as merchandise. Alongside them were buyer lists, even waiting lists detailing the clients' preferences.
His stomach churned.
He set that folder aside as well.
This couldn't be real. The Boss had never shown any interest in things like this. Hadn't Isaac even helped shut down another clan's trafficking operation once? So why was the Boss involved in it himself?
His stomach tightened further. Nausea surged through him.
With a trembling hand, he reached for the next folder.
Hit contracts and targets. A complete wanted list, carefully compiled by the Boss. The top photo showed Isaac—paired with an immense bounty. His death was explicitly demanded.
Which meant anyone looking for him would kill him on sight.
Anyone who recognized him had a reason to end him immediately. And since he wasn't exactly inconspicuous, recognition would be instant.
"…shit," he muttered under his breath.
"Did you open it?" Noctis asked from behind him.
Isaac didn't respond.
He let the folder drop beside him as if it had burned him, and mechanically grabbed the next one.
His hands kept moving.
His mind struggled to keep up.
Blackmail.
Another folder.
Deals.
Isaac's movements grew erratic. He grabbed the next one, flipped through it, barely processing what he was seeing—compromising material on other clans, individuals, even contacts within the police.
"Isaac…"
He nearly threw that folder aside as well before reaching for the next, completely ignoring Noctis.
And then he saw it.
Haus Morgenstern. The orphanage where Isaac had spent the first eight years of his life.
With a trembling hand, he ran his fingers over the folder. Why would the Boss have such a thick file on the very orphanage where Isaac had spent the first eight years of his life?
He was just about to open it when Noctis gently caught his hand.
"Do you really want to open it here?" he asked quietly. "Whatever's written in there might… not be what you were hoping for."
Isaac paused.
"Vincent said you can go through all the documents properly in his office once we're back," Noctis continued.
Isaac swallowed. "I need to know what's in it," he said, his voice unsteady.
"Even if it breaks you?" Noctis asked softly. He brushed his thumb along Isaac's cheek. "Wouldn't you rather go through it calmly, with proper light?"
Isaac's grip tightened around the folder until the stiff cover bent. He had to know what was inside. He had to know whether Noctis had told the truth—that the Boss had manipulated him all these years—or whether Noctis had been lying.
He pulled the folder tightly against his chest.
"No one touches this file until I'm done with it," Isaac said.
He grabbed his backpack and shoved the folder inside without waiting for a response.
His gaze swept over the scattered folders and those still inside the safe. So many dark secrets stored here. It was almost absurd that the Boss had managed to fill a one-and-a-half-meter safe with them.
Human trafficking. Prostitution. Drugs. Extortion.
All crimes the Boss himself had punished for years.
Had he only done it to secure a monopoly for himself? Had he simply eliminated the competition? The more Isaac thought about it, the less sense it made.
"Keep the folder as long as you want. You can go through everything at your own pace, darling," Noctis said.
Isaac looked at him, pressing his lips together.
"I want to know what's in the other folders too. What I saw is…"
He trailed off. He still couldn't process that the Boss was involved in human trafficking. Everything he had seen unsettled him deeply and didn't fit the image of the man he had respected for so many years.
"Vincent said you'll have access to the files anytime, as long as you read them in his office."
Noctis held out his hand.
Hesitantly, Isaac took it.
So much for his escape plans—plans he hadn't even fully thought through. He had only seen the tip of the iceberg. If he disappeared now, the thoughts of everything he had just uncovered would follow him relentlessly.
He wanted the truth—finally. Not guesses, not half-answers. He needed to know who had been lying to him all this time.
If the Boss was really behind all of this, then he had to find out—and hear it from his own mouth. Otherwise, he would never be able to live a quiet, withdrawn life.
Isaac looked into Noctis' eyes, his face faintly illuminated by the moonlight.
"Promise me," he said softly, hearing the desperation in his own voice. "Promise me you won't hide anything from me anymore. I want the truth."
Noctis rested his forehead against Isaac's. Isaac didn't pull away.
"I promise. Vincent wants to go through everything with us anyway. He won't be able to handle all of this alone."
Isaac nodded.
"Okay."
"Then we should get everything out of here," Noctis said, tapping his earbud. "Ember? We've got everything. Contact Lucy and Madison—they can pick it up. We're moving on to the final part."
"Understood," Ash replied. There was a brief pause before she continued. "They're on their way to you. The Boss is still occupied with his guest, by the way."
"Then we should initiate the contingency plan."
"Got it. I'll start the distraction once everything's been moved. Stay in the archive until then."
"Understood," Noctis said.
In silence, they gathered everything, opened the window, and handed the folders from the safe to the two women outside. There was so much that it took several trips. Apparently, Vincent had parked nearby and took everything directly from them.
It was almost a miracle they went unnoticed.
Then again, it only showed how well prepared they were. In the end, a good plan was everything a heist required—the better the planning, the cleaner the execution. Unbidden, Isaac thought of Noah and how he had always managed to disrupt Isaac's plans.
Ash had often called Noah a wildcard.
Isaac fully agreed.
"What are you thinking about?" Noctis asked, pulling him from his thoughts.
"Noah," Isaac replied with a sigh. "And how much he would've complicated this operation."
Noctis was silent for a moment, looking out the window.
"The kid really was a whirlwind."
Isaac snorted. "Don't pretend you cared about him. He's dead because of you too," he snapped.
The words hung heavily between them.
"He had to die, Isaac," Noctis replied. "If Noah were still alive, he would've been installed as the next boss of the cartel."
"Wasn't hiding him an option?" Isaac asked quietly.
"No," Noctis answered firmly. "We would've had to hide him for far too long. And even though we dismantled the Leviathan cartel, there's still a lot in this city that needs to be cleaned up. Besides, we don't have enough people to keep watch over him indefinitely."
He turned to Isaac, calm and composed.
"We don't take risks. That's the only reason the Webster clan has survived this long. That's the only way we've been able to do our work."
For a moment, Isaac couldn't find any words. Eventually, he let out a quiet sigh.
"Would you kill me too if I didn't go along with you?" he asked.
"What?" Noctis looked at him, surprised.
"You heard me," Isaac said. "So?"
Noctis stepped closer.
"You know very well I could never kill you, Isaac. Where is this coming from all of a sudden?"
"Would you let me go if I didn't want to stay with you?"
"Isaac…"
"Everything is secured," Ash's voice cut in. "I'm starting the distraction."
Without pursuing the topic further, Isaac closed the window and slung the backpack over his shoulder—the heavy folder about the orphanage waiting inside to be opened.
He couldn't imagine Noctis ever letting him leave. He didn't need to hear the answer; it was obvious. So for now, he decided to return with him—and then come up with a plan to disappear.
Without Noctis noticing.
Carefully, Isaac restored everything to its original state until there was no trace left of their intrusion. Only then did he open the door and step out into the hallway.
Noctis followed in silence.
They moved cautiously toward the Boss's office, staying as concealed as possible.
"Stay where you are. They're leaving the office," Ash's voice came through.
"I'd really like to know who this unexpected guest is," Noctis muttered, leaning slightly into the hallway.
"Just make sure they don't see you."
"I know what I'm doing," Noctis murmured.
Isaac carefully peered around the corner as well. The Boss was being escorted out by his guards. A cold surge of anger gripped him at the sight of the man. Again, his thoughts returned to what he had seen in the safe—the way the Boss toyed with human lives, all the crimes laid bare in those folders. The file in his backpack suddenly felt unbearably heavy.
But the Boss didn't notice them. He kept walking, seemingly irritated—annoyed, not shaken, despite the fact that they had just threatened the lives of his youngest son and his wife.
"Who is that?" Noctis whispered, but Isaac barely registered the words.
Behind the Boss followed a man in a dark blue suit, his blond hair perfectly styled. The moment Isaac saw him, his blood ran cold. The last time he had seen him, they had still been children. Older now, yes—but unmistakable.
It was Levi.
As if sensing his thoughts, the man turned his head toward where Isaac and Noctis were hiding. In an instant, Noctis yanked Isaac back and pulled him close.
"Shit—did he see us?" Noctis muttered.
"No idea, but he's leaving the estate. Hurry."
Isaac got to his feet, his knees unsteady. Nausea rose sharply. Just the sight of Levi was enough to make it hard to breathe. He quickly adjusted his choker and braced himself against the wall. The world spun.
Why was he here? Why today? And why was he with the Boss?
Shaking, he tried to steady his breathing.
Had he seen him?
Recognized him?
Noctis' face appeared in front of his without warning. He grabbed Isaac by the shoulders.
"Isaac," he said quietly. "Pull yourself together. We have to move."
Instinctively, Isaac clutched Noctis' arm, forcing himself to calm down.
"It's him, Noctis… Levi… he—he's alive…"
Noctis' eyes widened in shock.
"That was him?" he hissed.
Isaac nodded, looking at him desperately. "I want to get out of here."
"Soon, darling…" Noctis said softly, pressing his forehead against Isaac's. "Let's get into the office, grab the data, and then we're gone. By the time we're done, he'll be long gone. He's still out there right now—I don't want you running into him again, okay?"
Isaac nodded, but didn't let go of him. At that moment, Noctis was the only thing keeping him from completely falling apart.
In the office, they carried out what Ash had asked of them. Isaac moved mechanically, barely aware of what he was doing. He didn't even consciously register what was happening—or what Ash and Noctis were talking about. His thoughts revolved around Levi and the overwhelming urge to leave.
Even when Noctis spoke to him, it was as if the words were swallowed by water. He was close—so close—and yet impossibly far away. His scar burned, just as it had the day Levi had cut into his skin.
Why was he never allowed any peace? Why did everything always fall apart? The moment he got through one thing, the next was already waiting to overwhelm him. He couldn't take it anymore.
One thought refused to let go.
He was on the Boss's wanted list.
If Levi had seen him… would he come after him? Hunt him down to finish what he hadn't managed back then? He had searched for him before—had sent Nico to bring him in. But for what purpose?
Isaac swallowed hard.
Did he even want to know the answer?
At some point, Noctis said something to him, but Isaac didn't really understand it. The words simply didn't reach him. The next thing he felt was Noctis taking his hand, guiding him outside—through the door they had originally planned to use.
Only when the cool night air hit him did his thoughts begin to clear slightly.
"Noctis…" he said quietly. "Let go… I'm okay…"
Noctis stopped immediately, studying him. "Are you sure? Because a moment ago, it looked like you were about to collapse."
A shaky laugh escaped Isaac.
Nothing would have suited him better right now.
Without another word, Noctis pulled him into an embrace. "If this is too much, push me away," he murmured.
Isaac did the opposite.
He leaned into him, breathing in his familiar scent, clinging to the warmth Noctis radiated. Slowly—almost imperceptibly—the tension eased. Not completely, but enough for him to think more clearly again.
"I want to get out of here," he muttered against Noctis' chest.
They pulled apart. The emptiness that followed was immediate, something Isaac struggled to accept. A part of him wanted to hold onto him again, not let go until all of this was over.
"Okay," Noctis said briefly, leading him toward the fence.
He climbed over the fence first.
"There you are, finally," Lucy said. "Did everything work out?"
"Yeah. Everything went smoothly. Once Isaac's over here, we can leave."
"Did you bring the drive back?" Ash called quietly.
Noctis searched through his bag and held up the USB stick.
"Well done," Vincent said. "Let's get out of here."
Isaac had just started to follow him when a soft, malicious laugh sounded behind him.
It wasn't loud.
But it hit him like a blow.
The sound was far too familiar.
"Oh?" Levi's voice drifted from the bushes, calm and amused. "Now this, I truly didn't expect. So the grown-up Isaac has himself a male lover?" A quiet laugh followed. "What an unexpected turn of events. I was convinced you'd spend your life alone."
He stepped out of the shadows, casually brushing a leaf from his shoulder. Every movement carried unbearable self-assurance—the arrogance of a man accustomed to getting everything he wanted.
Noctis was at the fence in an instant. Isaac staggered backward until the metal bars pressed against his back.
"Disappear before I show you what your insides look like," Noctis hissed through the fence.
Levi merely raised an eyebrow, visibly unimpressed.
"I'm not here to fight, my aggressive friend," he replied smoothly. His gaze settled on Isaac. "I've been looking for you, Isaac. Why didn't you accept my invitations?"
Isaac couldn't force out a single word.
None of this was right. He needed to get away.
Levi shrugged.
"At least now I know you're doing well, my dear. Why don't you come with me so we can talk about old times? I'm dying to know how you've been since our last little game."
"Forget it…" Isaac hissed.
"Alright, that's enough," Noctis said.
In a single motion, he vaulted over the fence and positioned himself protectively in front of Isaac. In one fluid movement, he drew his knife.
Levi merely responded with another shrug. Almost bored, he glanced at his watch.
"Unfortunate. Sadly, I don't have the time today."
He lifted his gaze to Isaac once more. And suddenly, his smile seemed warmer. Almost genuine.
Which only made it worse.
"I missed you, Isaac," he said quietly. "Since you disappeared, there hasn't been a single day I didn't think about you."
Isaac's blood ran cold.
Then Levi stepped closer.
Noctis moved as well, stepping toward Levi.
"You really are asking to be gutted," Noctis said darkly, shifting into an attack stance.
Suddenly, four armed men emerged behind Levi, pistols in hand, positioning themselves protectively at his back. Two of them were already aiming at Noctis. Levi raised a hand, as if to hold them back.
"I have no idea who you are, but you're starting to irritate me," Levi said calmly. "Stay where you are, unless you want me to have you riddled with bullets."
He took another step toward Noctis.
"If things go badly, our Isaac here might get hit too," he added with a triumphant smile. "Not that it would bother me."
His gaze drifted back to Isaac.
"After all, he barely made a sound back then when I cut his throat."
Instinctively, Isaac held his breath. Levi stopped as Noctis lashed out with the knife, forcing him to keep his distance.
"Touch him, and I'll hunt you down to hell, you bastard," Noctis hissed.
"Do you really want to draw that much attention? I don't know what exactly you've been doing here so quietly, but I doubt you want us making a scene," Levi replied, a threatening edge in his voice. "So, Isaac—what do you say? Will you come with me? Then your 'friends' can leave, and our dear Boss won't find out about any of this."
Isaac swallowed.
There was no way he would go with Levi.
Noctis let out a cold laugh.
"You can't seriously think I'd let him go with you."
Levi shot him an annoyed look.
"Did anyone ask for your opinion?"
"Boss, we need to move," one of Levi's men said.
Levi exhaled theatrically.
"Well, unfortunately, I really don't have the time tonight," he said. Then he flashed Isaac a charming smile. "You'll come to me soon enough—once I start killing your friends one by one. What were their names again? Noah's already dead… then there's Ashe, Kieran, and this idiot here."
He listed them one after another.
Levi laughed maliciously. "And of course, the Webster clan—the ones currently providing you with a warm bed."
"How do you know…?" Isaac stammered, shocked.
Levi's smile turned triumphant again.
"Take a guess."
Isaac's blood ran cold.
How long had he been watching him? Did he know where he was staying right now? Was escape even possible under these circumstances? Did he have a spy among Vincent's people?
It felt as though the ground had been ripped out from under him.
Levi looked at him, satisfied, then turned to leave. After a few steps, he paused and glanced back over his shoulder.
"See you soon, Isaac." His gaze flicked briefly to Noctis. "Go ahead and say goodbye to your lover. Once Isaac's back with me, I'll take good care of him."
Then he disappeared into the trees with his men.
And with him, the last fragile support Isaac had clung to vanished as well.
His legs gave out.
He hit his knees hard, gasping for air as if his throat had been constricted. His heart raced so violently it made him dizzy.
Noctis pulled him close, holding him tightly until his breathing slowly steadied. Isaac clung to him as if his life depended on it.
And until they were back at the Webster clan's headquarters, Isaac didn't let go of him even once.