Nick practically sprang upright the moment he heard Neo's voice.
Neo had already sat up. In his hand was an indistinct object, something like a shadowy octopus writhing constantly, struggling to break free from his grasp, yet completely unable to do so.
Nick's first reaction was that he couldn't let Neo be in danger.
His second reaction was: why was Neo holding that thing so effortlessly, as if it were nothing more than a toy?
The steps he had been about to take forward slowed, but by then, Neo had already turned around.
In the darkness, Neo's eyes glowed like a cat's. Whether it was because of the lighting or not, Nick suddenly realized that Neo didn't actually resemble Silvanus as much as he had thought.
"Neo... is something wrong?"
Standing where he was, Nick asked instinctively.
Neo merely narrowed his eyes. The next moment, his hand suddenly tightened, and the shadowy tentacle he was holding instantly burst apart.
