Somewhere,
Zane walked through the forest, humming softly.
A short distance ahead, Arin was running, stumbling over roots and rocks, his breath uneven, eyes wide with terror.
"P-Please… have mercy… please…" he cried, voice trembling as tears mixed with dirt on his cheeks.
In a blur, Zane vanished.
When Arin looked up, he was already standing in front of him.
Arin froze, his legs gave out, and he fell backward, trying to crawl away.
"P-Professor… please… I didn't—"
Zane's expression didn't change. He grabbed Arin by the neck, lifting him with effortless strength.
Arin's feet dangled off the ground as he struggled weakly.
Zane's palm pressed against Arin's chest — right where Ron had pierced him before.
The hole that had long healed after Malzareth shared his power with him suddenly reappeared, burning through flesh and bone.
Arin screamed in agony. His body convulsed as faint light started leaking from the wound.
Zane's eyes glowed faint violet.
