The world of Camrose became completely silent for a moment.
Every one of them watched as the Her,o whom they had been seeing everywhere, helping people and improving all of their lives, got stabbed in the back.
It felt like time stopped for everyone, everyone except for Riley.
He still had his hands raised in surrender, but he once again glanced back at Louis, whose face was painted with a shock that was almost indescribable.
Perhaps more so than everyone, time stopped for him much evidently.
Literally.
He couldn't move. His body was locked, and the horror on his face wasn't from seeing Riley pierced by a normal sword—it was from realizing that he was the one holding it.
Because this wasn't his doing.
Moments ago, Louis had been miles away from this place. Then, in a blink, he was soaring through the air at impossible speed—Mach 1000. Before he could even scream, he was behind Riley… sword in hand, plunging it into his back.
He hadn't chosen this.
Riley had.
