Arlon received a system message.
It was from Carole.
'Leave it to me.'
Just four words.
Short. Unassuming.
But heavy.
How could Carole take care of this situation?
Even he wasn't sure if he would survive what was coming. Not with Reeb here. Not with Asef.
But there was no time to question it.
The moment he finished reading the message, he knew Reeb had read it too.
Which meant hesitation was no longer an option.
Arlon blinked—a flash of movement as he disappeared from where he stood, heading toward June.
And, as expected, Reeb followed.
At their level, teleporting a short distance and simply moving at full speed weren't much different.
Even if Arlon was slightly faster, Reeb knew where he would land.
And he'd aimed accordingly.
His attack was already coming down in June.
A blade, grown from his wrist, angled for her chest.
If Arlon didn't show up, she would die.
If he did show up, he would be the one hit.
